The words blur on the page as my hands tremble, and I slam the book shut with a loud thud. The sound echoes in the quiet room, startling me. My heart races, my palms are clammy, and my chest feels tight.
No. No, no, no. This isn’t real. It can’t be real.
Werewolves? Elijah? No. This is insane. It’s ridiculous. I shake my head vehemently, as if trying to physically dispel the thought.
“He’s a man,” I whisper, pacing the length of the room. “Just a man. Not… not some creature that turns into a wolf under the full moon.”
I let out a dry laugh, sharp and humorless. “Get a grip, Piper.” My voice wavers as I try to steady myself. “You’re reading too much into this. There’s a logical explanation for everything.There has to be.”
But even as I say it, my mind rebels. Logical explanation? For w
