“Maybe what?”
He leaned in closer. “Maybe the girl’s his lover. And he’s finally losing control.”
My cheeks flushed.
I hated how that made sense. The obsession. The desperation.
And here I thought… I don’t even know what I thought. That I was special?
“And Lycans,” Justin added thoughtfully, “are different. Wolves have two souls—ourselves and the wolf. But Lycans? They are the soul. One being. Stronger. Fiercer. More obsessive. And when they imprint on someone… it’s primal. Like their sanity depends on that person. Loyalty becomes madness. Love turns into possession.”
I stared at my notebook.
“Kross,” he finished, “if he’s a Lycan, and this girl is the one triggering that… it’s no wonder he’s unraveling.”
I looked away and pressed my hands against my warm face.
So that’s all I was
