Chapter 100

• Lucas POV
• She turned into a wolf. A goddamn wolf, right there on my bed, fur and claws and glowing eyes, like something ripped straight out of a nightmare. I wanted proof, sure, but maybe that was naive, demanding something I wasn’t ready to see.
• She gave it to me, no warning, no hesitation, and now my head’s spinning, trying to reconcile the woman wrapped in a sheet with the creature I just saw. My hand tightens around the empty whiskey glass, the cold bite of it grounding me, but not enough. I need answers, something to make this make sense.