Charlotte's POV

"I don't feel like a she-wolf; I feel like my wolf is no more, and I've been hit by a truck," I muttered, my voice muffled by his chest as I stared down at my palm. I tried growing my claws out, but it felt like I was doing something funny because I couldn't grow my claws any longer.

Tears ran down my face, and I sniffed as I stared down at my hand, but he pulled me back to his chest.

"Everything will be okay," he whispered, while I was quietly sobbing for myself. I don't know what had happened to me; all I knew was that...