Alone in the bathroom, I wash my hands and splash some water on my face. I’m starting to regret not taking Elsa up on her offer. I am not myself today. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I slap some color into my cheeks. “Get a grip, Sophia.”

I don’t know why I’m feeling on edge today. It’s like the wires in my brain got crossed, and I can’t seem to uncross them. I know this group of men is looking for a shifter who’s taking part in the cage fights. I need to stay as ...