Freya‘s pov.

I floated in the water, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. My body hummed with lingering heat, my skin still burning where Dorian—no, The Beast—had touched me. I should have been furious. Embarrassed. Something other than the simmering ache deep inside me. But all I felt was confusion.

Who the hell was I becoming?

I let myself drift for a while longer, hoping the cool water would soothe the fire inside me, but it didn’t. The full moon ...