Bella staggered back a step, not from disbelief. But from recognition. The pieces of her life—the shadows that followed her, the whispers she'd never been able to explain, all of it finally aligned. She pressed a hand to her chest. "That's why… why everything's been happening to me. Why people—why Maren—wants me gone."
"Because they fear you," Cassian finished for her.
Her throat tightened. Fear. Yes. That explained Mira's betrayal. Liam's cruelty. Elara's backstabbing. People didn't just hate her, they sensed something she didn't. They sensed that there was something more about her. Even these boys, she looked at her faces. They must have also seen her for what she truly was, that must be why they were always around…
She was like them.
"Does this mean I'm… also a Werewolf?"
