Camille didn’t stop running until she had put a good distance between herself and the pack house, between herself and Josh, and whatever in the Moon’s name had just happened back there.
Her breathing came in ragged bursts, heart slamming violently against her ribs.
She couldn’t explain this madness—this surge of shock waves rippling through her legs, the blaze in her eyes whenever that strange white light flashed. She had even gone as far as searching the lycanthropy forums for something… anything.
Nothing. Not a single clue.
She had planned on keeping it to herself but Josh and his constant watch!
Camille blinked hard, trying to shove the thoughts away.
She didn’t have powers. She was wolfless. Ordinary.
…Except she wasn’t. Not really. Not when every test, every full-moon assessme
