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Opening the book on Lycanthropy, I tried to read it but I couldn't concentrate. I was starving. It had been almost twenty four hours since I had last eaten. I had been running on fumes and adrenaline since then. Suddenly, A knock sounded at the door. I closed the book and placed it on the couch as I stood up to go see who it was. I was surprised to see Cain standing outside my door holding a large plate of steaming food, a fork and a bottle of water tucked under his arm. "I figured you hadn't eaten," he said. "Mind if I come in?"

I’m smiling. I slip into my cabin, pulling the door shut behind me. My silk slip lies shredded on the floor from earlier, but I ignore it, digging out fresh clothes. Loose trousers, thin linen shirt. In the bathroom, I strip again and let the cold water pour over me. Salt, sweat, cum—all of it sluices down the drain. I scrub until my skin is raw, until I feel like I’m brand new. I towel off, drop it on the floor, and slide naked into my bed. The sheets are cool, soft, and I curl against them with a satisfied sigh.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

Isabella is Elena’s raven-haired close friend who is in her mid-twenties, recently single and sexy as hell. The women are all in their twenties. Hanging out with them feels like the break I didn’t even know I really needed. We settle on a big sectional couch with our glasses filled. Elena asks about what each of us has been up to the past few weeks before the holiday. Lila is the first to speak. She kicks her feet up. “College is draining me. The only thing keeping me alive is Professor Ramirez in poli sci. The way he says ‘power dynamics’ should be illegal.”

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End