~Matteo POV~
I found Annalyn in her room the next morning, curled up on the bed, eyes wild and unfocused. The shattered glass on the floor and that damn herbal smell told me she'd done something stupid. My heart sank. That blood potion from her mom's journal—she'd actually made it.
"Annalyn!" I rushed over, kneeling beside her. "What the hell did you do?"
She blinked at me, voice shaky. "I... drank it. The potion. I thought it'd help."
"Help?" I grabbed her shoulders, gentle but firm. "You're shaking like a leaf. What's happening?"
Her eyes darted around, like she saw things I couldn't. "There's a voice. In my head. It's... her. The Moon Alpha. She's talking to me."
"Shit." I pulled her close, her body trembling against mine. "Okay, breathe. I'm here. Focus on me."
She clung to me, her fingers digging into my shirt. "Matteo, it's so loud. She's saying I'm her, that I'll rule or... or destroy everything."
