Werewolf Academy
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“They go insane.”
Nate blinks, slowly turning to look at me.
I feel it already. That restless pull, that gnawing ache. The one that started the second I woke up. It’s still there, crawling beneath my skin like fire under glass. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. Luca sees it on my face.
“That insanity,” he continues, “is either going to drive them toward each other—because eventually, it’ll become unbearable—or…”
He hesitates for a moment before he adds, “Or they’ll end up dead.”