The wolf’s eyes burned with suspicion, and I could feel the tension thickening between us. His stance was rigid, his expression hard—like he had already made up his mind about what I had become.
I didn’t blame him. After everything that had happened, after everything Elijah had awakened in me, I wasn’t the same person.
I could feel it in the way I moved, the way I spoke. The darkness inside me was becoming harder to contain, and no matter how much I tried to control it, it kept slipping through the cracks.
“You’ve changed,” he said again, his voice laced with accusation.
I clenched my fists at my sides, my pulse quickening. “I’m still me.”
But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true. I wasn’t the same Annabel they had known. I wasn’t the same girl who had feared the
