Chapter 30 Eighteen

• Seren’s POV
• The day of my eighteenth birthday did not begin with celebration. It began with fear.
• Something stirred in the shadows at the foot of my bed, a prickle of danger crawling up my spine before my eyes even opened. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, claws itching just beneath my skin. I bolted upright, heart hammering, breath caught tight in my throat as I scanned the dark corners of my room. For a moment, just a fleeting, terrible moment, I thought it was him, that Darrow had come for me at last. That the nightmares had slithered out of my dreams and into my waking life.