As soon as Conrad and Andra stormed out of the Pack House, I felt it. An itch deep beneath my skin, an ache twisting in my bones. It started in my chest, spreading like wildfire. I gasped, stumbling back, my hand reaching out for the wall. But the world spun too fast.
"Damien…" I whispered breathlessly.
Damien turned just in time to catch me as my knees buckled.
"Andra!" He crouched down, cradling me in his arms, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of what was happening.
But I couldn't respond. The itch was turning into something more—something feral. A low growl rumbled deep within me, and my hands clenched into fists. My nails dug into my sweating palms as my body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"What's happening?" Damien's grip tightened as if he could anchor me.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Magnus and Xavier rushed inside. Their eyes widened as they took in the scene.
