Aria’s POV
The claws burned like fire across my skin. Werewolf claws weren’t a joke, especially on someone like me with no wolf to heal fast. I could feel the deep gashes on my arm and shoulder, blood soaking my shirt and dripping down my side. Every little move sent sharp pain shooting through me. That’s why I always avoided trouble before — I knew I couldn’t heal quick like everyone else, so one bad fight could leave me hurting for days. But this time I couldn’t move. My legs felt heavy, my body shook, and tears rolled down my cheeks even though I tried to hold them back.
I hated it so much. I hated being this weak, this useless. All I had was my brain, and right now it wasn’t helping me fight back. Bianca stood over me, laughing loud and mean, her eyes sparkling with that hot, crazy a
