I drained the entire pitcher like a man starved, then demanded more. When she refused, telling me to wait for my stomach to settle, I growled—deep and feral—a raw sound bursting from my throat. That moment shattered whatever hope I had left: I was one of them now.

I am a werewolf.

Rage consumes me—dark, bitter despair flooding my veins. I have fallen to the very thing I swore I would save Brittany from. But after the initial storm passed, a sharp clarity cut ...