Karina
I stand in the middle of my new room, my entire body trembling as the burning pain continues to pulse through my skin and bones. Roger gave me enough painkillers to knock out a grown Lycan—maybe even send me to the afterlife—but it's still not enough to numb the torment radiating from every inch of my body.
I can't fully grasp what's happening. Anna tried explaining it to me over and over, but it felt like she was speaking in some ancient, sacred language—one my battered mind just isn't capable of understanding.
Me. The fated mate of the triplets.
How in the Goddess's name is that even possible?
