Leo’s POV
I barely slept that night.
The government files kept replaying in my head: werewolves, Lycans, hidden territories, and abilities ordinary people weren't supposed to possess. I thought about Damian Wolfe standing beside his black SUV, then remembered Maya describing his eyes changing color and his fingers turning sharp.
If the reports were real, I needed to understand what they meant. I wasn't going to touch Damian's security system again, so I started with the only subject I could investigate safely: myself.
After breakfast, I took my notebook into our bedroom and wrote down the abilities listed in the files: strength, heightened senses, speed, reflexes, healing, night vision, claws, and changing eyes. I couldn't test everything properly, but I could stop pretending I hadn't
