YELENA

The morning didn't arrive as late as it did; it simply materialized out of the grey fog of my thoughts.

I hadn’t slept.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Marie’s pale face and the dark, terrifying stain of blood on her sheets.

How could a werewolf lose that much blood so quickly?

Our bodies were built to knit back together, to hold onto life with a grip of iron. Whatever was happening to her, it felt unnatural.

I just hoped that wherever Tristan had taken her, the doctors ...