DEBBY’S POV__________________________________I’m on the mansion’s rooftop, the city skyline glowing under a jagged moon, the air sharp with exhaust and pine. My skin’s buzzing, the werewolf bite’s venom making my eyes too sharp, catching every flicker of neon below. My ears hum with distant car horns, and my fingers twitch, like claws want to break through. I’m Debby, trying to hold onto myself while my heart’s pounding for Jerry, my son, who’s back from the tunnels with Sasha, Marcus, and that traitor Brad. The fake shard they brought back is downstairs, pulsing with Morgana’s spell, and I feel it, like a shadow in my bones, tying me to Lykaon’s curse.“Debby, breathe,” Levin says, his voice rough, standing beside me, his gold eyes scanning the dark. “Your senses are new. Don’t fight them.”“Breathe?” I say, my voice hoarse, gripping the railing. “Levin, I hear everything—cars, heartbeats, that damn shard. What’s it doing to me?”“Making you stronger,” he says, his voice steady, st
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