Diana’s POV
The next morning, I woke with a jolt, a prickling sense of unease crawling up my spine like icy fingers. It clung to me, heavier than the blanket tangled around my legs.
Golden sunlight spilled through the curtains, sharp, not warm. Like a blade against my skin.
My chest tightened.
Something was off.
I sat at the edge of my bed, unmoving, staring at the door like it might swing open with some hidden answer.
My hands were knotted in my lap, fingers clenched so tightly I could feel the imprint of my nails against my palms.
Last night’s wolf incident was replayed in vivid fragments: flashes of fur, glowing eyes, breath like smoke in the air.
Then, my phone buzzed violently against the nightstand.
World Best lit up the screen.
“Hello, Eva…” I answered, my voice barely a w
