Kayla
It wasn’t William’s presence that shook me to my core, but my father’s.
Two years. For two years, I’d sat by his bedside, holding his limp hand, begging him to wake up, to move, to give me any sign he was still there. And now he walked in as if the bodily damage he’d suffered from his coma had been nothing but an inconvenience he could discard at will.
“How?” I managed, my voice small and broken.
My father smiled, and that was when I saw a silvery fleck on his teeth, a metallic sheen that caught the dim light of the barn. Silverbite. The drug that numbed pain, heightened reflexes, and gave users supernatural strength beyond even what werewolves naturally possessed. The same drug that had made him a liability to William before.
“You’re high,” I whispered, horror cr
