CHOSEN BY THE CURSED ALPHA KING
My heartbeat quickened. “Overheard what?”
“Something about a spirit,” she said, her voice lowering. “A Milandra spirit that lives inside you.”
I froze.
“What?”
She tilted her head slightly, studying my face. “They said it’s awakening. Slowly. And when it does, it’ll bring destruction.”
My mouth went dry. I thought back—to the dream, to the blood and the growl, to the strange burning cold that had flooded my body in the shower before I collapsed. My pulse hammered harder.