Danika’s P.O.V.

However, Jonah’s face was emotionless, and so was his demeanor — paying no heed to what was happening around him, like it was none of his concern.

On the other side of the podium was my so-called mother, Vivian — someone I had called Mom all my life — lying in her own pool of blood.

From the look of her, she appeared so frail. Her breath was labored, though she was already healing, but the claw marks were still glaringly visible.

I swung my head to face Jonah with a questioning gaze, and my heart skipped a million beats. I found myself being drawn toward him. For...