Harlow POV
The abyss was a little weirder this time. Might have something to do with the morphine Dr. Brooks mentioned just before the abyss had pulled me back in. Despite the differences, there was the shadowy figure again, maybe a little less hazy this time.
“Who are you?” I asked again.
“I am you,” the voice answered firmly.
“But, I am me,” I puzzled back.
“Who we are is changing my dear.”
We are changing. I am changing. The weight of that was simply astronomical. I’m not a human anymore, or at least I wouldn’t be soon. Soon I’d be a werewolf, I’d be a Luna, I’d be a wife. I wasn’t honestly sure which of those scared me more.
I didn’t know the first thing about being a werewolf. Even though I’d been living with hundreds of them for awhile, the boys had kept most of the less
