Chapter 38
**Evangeline's POV**
I scrub my skin until it bleeds.
Blood .... not mine, not really .... clogs the drain, mixes with cheap shampoo, turns the water rust-red. The stench clings to me, to the mirror, to the silence. No matter how hard I scrub, I can't get tonight off me.
But the worst part isn't the blood. It's the thing I felt rising inside me as it fell. The thing that didn't cry, didn't cower .... it howled.
And it's still awake.
My limbs tremble. My jaw aches like I've been grinding my teeth for hours. My nails are sharper, thicker. I feel like I'm splitting open from the inside out.
My wolf paces under my skin like a caged animal, restless and angry. She wants blood. She wants revenge. She wants to hunt down every person who laughed tonight and show them what real fe
