Leah Carter’s Point of View
Caleb roared, the sound tore through the small room, vibrating in my bones, shaking dust loose from the rafters. His body convulsed, the wolf breaking through his skin in violent waves. His claws gouged furrows into the wooden floor as he lunged straight for me.
I didn’t think. There wasn’t time. Instinct screamed at me to run, but I held my ground. My brother wasn’t a monster, he couldn’t be.
“Caleb, it’s me!” I cried, but his glowing eyes were wild, blind to reason.
He hit me like a storm. My back slammed against the wall, the air punched from my lungs. His claws scraped the wood inches from my head, splintering it. Teeth snapped near my face, close enough that I felt the hot rush of his breath, smelled the copper tang of blood dripping from his gums.
“Ca
