Stephanie's POV

Being a Lycan came with its own burdens, far more than I was ready for.

Lycans were different from other wolves, they healed faster, aged slower, and had more heightened senses.

They could shift even without a full moon and their strength during battles was unmatched. But their rage was the most terrifying part.

When angered, they were feral, almost uncontrollable. And now, I was raising one.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop beside Davies. The wind was chilly and tugged at my hair, but the worry in my chest burned hotter than anything.

"I can't stop thinking about it," I confessed, my arms wrapped tightly...