THESSARA'S POV

I stood in the supply room. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

Claw marks covered every wall. Deep. Brutal. The shelves were destroyed. Medicine bottles shattered on the floor.

But that wasn't what made my heart race.

It was the smell. Dark magic. Old. Familiar.

My wolf stirred inside me for the first time in five years. Waking up. Recognizing the scent.

No. Not here. Not now.

I'd been so careful. Five years of hiding. Five years of pretending to be human. Of burying ...