DEA
My throat tightened as Anton’s words settled heavily in the room. The only way to save Arthur is for me to do what he did to me back then. I have to be a beast like him. I need to do what a werewolf is supposed to be doing.
I stared at his still body, my heart twisting painfully at the sight of how pale he looked and then swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat down as fear and determination wrestled violently inside me. The thought of losing him clawed at my chest until breathing itself felt unbearable. It weighed heavier than any doubts and warning bells in my head.
Slowly, I lifted my head and locked eyes with Anton.
“I’ll do it.”
My voice came out steadier than I felt, though my hands trembled slightly at my sides. I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palm
