For a moment, his words strike me as odd. It’s twisting somewhere between disbelief and a chill I can’t quite shake.

Why would Kendric be feral because of me?

What could I have done in our past life to cause that? The question gnaws at me, threading unease through my chest like a creeping vine.

“That can’t be true,” I murmur, my voice small and barely audible over the wind weaving through the barren trees.

Ramsey tilts his head slightly, looking down at me with an expression that ...