You have always felt it — a restless ache beneath your skin, like something trapped and clawing to get out. Tonight it becomes impossible to ignore. Your reflection feels like a stranger. Your bones hum with pressure you cannot name. The world around you seems too small, too ordinary, too human. Then the heat begins. It starts at your spine and spreads outward like wildfire — and suddenly your hands are shaking for a reason you cannot explain. A curse set long ago by a werewolf elder is finally answering your call. The dormant blood in your veins has been waiting for this exact moment: when your longing becomes strong enough to wake it. You are no longer just a girl. But what you are becoming — and who is already hunting it — is just beginning.