Kila – POV My eyes flew open. A sharp pain surged through my veins like fire. “Shit,” I hissed, clutching my arms to my chest, trying not to scream. I bit down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. The last thing I wanted was to wake Jake. He’d only complain, or worse. Twisting to check the time, I grabbed my phone from the floor. 2:03 AM. “What the actual hell,” I muttered under my breath. My eyes landed on my arm—and I froze. A mark. A glowing, angry mark of a howling werewolf. I hadn’t drawn anything on myself before bed. There was no henna, no pen marks, nothing like this. And yet, here it was. Burned into my skin like a curse. The pain came in waves, sharp and relentless. I grabbed my pillow and bit down on it, hard. I needed my mom. God, I missed her. It had been almost ten years since she left me all alone—left me with Jake, her new husband. A man who treated me like nothing more than an inconvenience. A burden. A tool to make money and clean his damn house. He
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