FIFTY SEVEN

LAUREL’s POV

I should be dead, but I am not.

The sun, now high up in the sky shines down on me and its rays fuel the transformation in my body. It is something Deigo did not tell me about. I guess he himself did not know that.

I draw in a breath and my heart gives a single powerful beat. As it does so, death releases its hold on me and slithers away. With the beatings of my heart comes a newfound strength that I have never felt before.

If I could jump thirty feet in the air before in my wolf form, I can leap fifty in my human form now. If I could hear whispered conversations in the next room, now I can hear hushed talks a mile away. My sense of smell is a wonder; the musky ordor that prevails in the air hits my nostrils and I can smell my own blood mixed with Nox’s sweat.

Hmm...Nox doesn’t smell very nice.

Slowly, I open my eyes and turn to look at the man who is trying to murder me. He gasps, feeling the power in my gaze and with a flick of my finger, I push his hands away. The