At 4 a.m. the next morning, Xandar pulled Lucianne back into bed when she tried to get up. After a minute, she escaped his tight grip. With his eyes still closed, he chuckled and muttered, “Already got the strength of a Lycan, my love?”

Lucianne had just switched on the lights in the bathroom when Xandar said that, and what she saw in the mirror made her gasp in shock. Xandar’s eyes snapped open, and he jumped out of bed before bolting to his mate. “Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Lucianne stepped closer to the mirror as she studied her reflection. Her eyes were now gradient-colored. It starts with...