AMELIA 'DECLAN' SILVER
Too Many Eyes
The room felt too small.
Too quiet.
Too dangerous.
Zayn stood in front of me, the door behind him closed like a warning. Ronan lingered just outside, silent but present, like a shadow with teeth.
My throat felt dry. I forced my voice to stay calm.
“What do you mean, ‘Who am I really?’” I asked, as casually as possible, even though my heartbeat sounded like drums inside my ribs.
Zayn didn’t blink. He folded his arms, his eyes sharp.
“You know what I mean.”
I swallowed hard. “No, I don’t.”
“Oh really?” he asked slowly, like he didn’t believe a word. “Because I’ve been watching you. And you’re… different.”
Different.
That word.
It scared me more than any wolf could.
“What did you notice?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed, not terrified.
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