Olivia's POV
Breathless, I looked around the room, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heart pounding wildly against my ribs.
Everyone stared at me—confused, scared—as if I were someone else entirely. Like I had been possessed. Like they'd seen a ghost. And maybe they had.
Even I didn't recognize myself.
That voice… what was that voice inside me?
My eyes met Alpha Damien's. He was watching me closely, curious, but before he could speak, I turned and walked out of the party. I didn't look back, even though I could feel their eyes following me.
I just kept walking—up the stairs, through the hallway—until I was finally alone.
Once in my room, I locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed. My hand trembled as I stared at it, still stained with blood. The claws were gone, but her blood was still there.
"What's happening to me?" I whispered, fear rising in my chest.
"And what was that voice?" I asked my wolf quietly. I knew it wasn't her. It couldn't have been.
