The morning after the encounter with the Nightshade pack dawned bright and clear. Zyra awoke feeling an unfamiliar energy coursing through her veins, a sense of heightened awareness and power. She lay in bed for a moment, replaying the events of the previous day in her mind. The memory of her self-healing finger still fresh, she couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had changed within her.

After dressing, she made her way to the kitchen, where Marcus was already preparing ...