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anger battled inside her. Her mind struggled to piece together the events of what had happened after she’d fallen asleep at the center. Cold dread filled her, turning her entire body numb with shock. Nothing, absolutely nothing, she’d ever experienced came remotely close to what she was feeling.
    She bypassed the living room, where she’d spent countless hours reading to her parents or connecting them via video to some of their friends overseas, straight to the bathroom. Air struggled into her lungs. Why couldn’t she remember?
    For one entire week of her life, she’d been gone, and not a single memory of that time popped up. Fury unleashed inside her. She glared at the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were bright gold, no longer plain brown. She curled her lips, showing off elongated canines.
    “Oh, god!”
    Even her voice sounded like she was suffering from a sore throat—raspy and deep. She shut her eyes and gripped the sink, choking on the anger and fear burning down her veins.
    A quick image of hazy people in lab coats flashed through her mind. They had needles.
    The more she strained to remember, the more her fury grew.
    What sounded like nails raking glass made her jerk her eyes open. Her fingers were no longer fingers. It was happening again. She uncurled her hands from the sink and lifted them to her face. Long, sharp claws had replaced her nails. Nausea rolled up her throat. She hammered down the sick sensation back to the pit of her stomach. A light coating of fur covered her arms. She glanced at the mirror.
    Oh dear god!
    Her jaw fell open in shock. Her facial structure had altered. It was getting hard to breathe. Spots danced before her eyes. Panic took hold. Dread slashed down her spine. She was losing the control she had over her body. Fur appeared on its own. Her eyes glowed and her face elongated. No way. It couldn’t be. Never a fan of horror movies due to finding them unrealistic, right now she was living in her very own flick.
    She was a monster.
    Her breaths hammered hard in her ears. She needed to do something before the anger inside her consumed her. What if she hurt an innocent person? She’d never be able to live with herself.
    Never had she considered the possibility of taking her life, but this…whatever was wrong with her, it was bad, it was terrible. She needed to stop things now, before whatever evil monster inside of her decided to get out. She wouldn’t be able to fight the powerful aggression growing by the second.
    She gawked at the growing hair on her arms. She gulped. It had to go. She started scratching and pulling at the hair, but her long talons only sliced her wrists open. It didn’t matter that she was bleeding like a stuck pig; she continued to pull. Adding more pressure and speed, she ignored the bleeding down both arms. Her sole focus was to stop the hair that continued to grow with each pull and cut. She created multiple scrapes and slashes over her arms.
    It took a few minutes before realizing she’d slashed her wrists and arms really deep. So deep that blood soaked the clothes she had on and created a puddle on the floor. The thought of getting help rushed through her mind, but she nixed it. It was for the best. If she was a monster, then she needed to die.
    Staring at her bleeding wrists only added to her misery. The blood rushing down her arms slowly diminished. Skin met skin, closing the deep wounds and leaving no mark that she’d ever had a cut. Hair retreated. Smooth unblemished brown skin was all that remained.
    “No!”
    Gut-wrenching fear enveloped her. She’d need to get Storm to help her. If what Mandy had said in one of their past conversations was true, for the right amount of money, he’d take care of any problem. And right now her problem was being alive.
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    Bright sunlight made her wince as she stared at the bar Mandy had mentioned. The wind rustled. Cool air slid over her heated flesh in a soft caress. It did nothing to calm her nerves. She