Carlota’s POV
I pushed the door open with shaking hands. My breath came out in short gasps, and my legs were still weak from the transformation. I shut the door behind me quickly, leaning on it like the world was pressing on my back.
Please don’t let anyone see me like this.
My clothes were torn at the sleeves and the sides. My skin still felt warm, almost burning. I was trying to steady myself, telling myself to calm down, when I heard fast footsteps coming toward my room.
The door burst open before I could even reach the bed.
“Carlota!” My mother’s voice was sharp with worry. She rushed inside with her hair still tied up loosely from sleep. “Are you okay? You just came back from work… Why are you breathing like this?”
I immediately grabbed my bedsheet and wrapped it around myself
