I don’t remember how many times I woke up gasping for air. Maybe it wasn’t even sleep—just those delirious hours between exhaustion and madness.
After the full moon night, it felt like something inside me had been torn apart. My mind was frayed at the edges, my thoughts unraveling one thread at a time. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears—slow, weak, like a dying wolf trapped in its cage.
Sometimes, I thought it was Lucy crying. But it was me.
The room still carried traces of him—Darius. The faint metallic scent of his shift lingered, mingled with that intoxicating Alpha energy that once made my knees go weak.
Now it only made me sick.
He hadn’t come for me that night.
I’d waited—like a fool—for hours that stretched into eternity. That waiting almost destroyed me. It was
