Ash's POV
I jerked awake on the bed, my body slick with a sudden fever sweat that clung to my skin like a second layer, every inch of me burning as if the full moon had already risen and set my silver blood on fire.
The room spun for a moment, the faint metallic tang of old blood hitting my nose hard, pulling from the murder spot nearby where Devan's roommate had died, and it made my stomach twist with a nauseous wave that I fought down.
I bolted upright, heart pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. I couldn't stay here long, not with this heat crawling through my veins, making every breath feel heavy and desperate.
Devan was already stirring on his bed across the room, yawning wide as he rubbed his eyes.
“Morning already, Ash? You look wrecked. Bad dreams or something?”
I muttered
