Ryan's P. O. V

Every time I closed my eyes, the nightmares came in the form of Samantha's face, the blood stains, and the monster that was slowly taking control of my body.

My wolf had gone completely quiet after that day… choosing to lock itself up rather than relieving the pain all over again.

The last time I felt this way was after Serena died. Back then, I found a way to bury it completely.

But this was different.

I almost killed Samantha with my own hands…and it was a miracle she survived without a permanent scare.

Then again, what if she didn't?

I stared blankly at the wall,...