The final dose sat between my fingers as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains.

One dose left.

I had spent months counting them, calculating how long each vial would last and finding reasons to delay the next one. I had dreaded this morning for so long that I had almost convinced myself it would never come.

But it was here.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin. She had become more present over the past few days, pressing gently against the chemical barrier that had kept her ...