Resentment. Mortal enemies.

Jane’s Stance

The biggest downfall of a werewolf was having no wolf. And I had just experienced that loss firsthand.

I had locked myself in my room for three days now, not allowing anyone to see me, still drowning in grief. The deep, gnawing emptiness inside me felt like a black hole that consumed everything—every thought, every breath, every heartbeat.

The loss of my wolf had left me feeling incomplete and vulnerable like a part of my very soul had been brutally ...