The months that followed were strange.
After that first transformation, I thought everything would go back to normal, but I was wrong. My life could never be normal again. Not after discovering what I was. Not after learning what lived inside me.
I tried to ignore it for weeks.
To pretend that night had never happened.
To pretend I hadn’t seen that enormous black wolf reflected in the window glass.
To pretend the growls echoing inside my head didn’t exist.
But it was impossible.
The beast inside me was there.
It was always there.
I could feel it whenever I became too angry or too afraid.
I could feel it watching everything from somewhere deep within me.
Waiting.
Patiently waiting for the right moment to emerge again.
That night, I was running through the forest, trying to esca
