Last night, she saw what you really are. The shift, the claws, the eyes that catch light like an animal's. She had her answer to every cold-skinned, too-still moment that had unsettled her for months. And this morning, she is at your door anyway. Wren stands in the hallway, sleeve twisted around her fingers, cheeks pink, heartbeat loud enough that you can hear it through the door. She isn't running. She came back - and you don't know if that makes her the bravest person you've ever met or the most reckless. What you do know: a hunter named Soren is getting closer. He's watched you for weeks. And now he's noticed her.