"Fuck," I whispered.

Clutching my pounding head and sitting up in a bed that wasn't mine, I glanced around the enormous room and cursed at myself. I must've gotten so drunk at the party last night that I imagined going home with Professor Lee rather than some fratty senior.

I ripped the blankets off my body and stared at my naked self.

Double fuck.

What did I drink last night to believe that I had actually found out that Professor Lee was a wolf and fucking believe that he had sunk his teeth into my neck? I hopped out of bed and paced the room, stumbling a bit but grabbing onto a chestnut dresser for support.

Did I actually lose my virginity to a rando last night? I had wanted it to be Lee so badly.

Black stars danced in my vision, and suddenly everything appeared so much sharper. After I squeezed my eyes shut to adjust to the change in vision, I reopened them to stare directly into the dresser mirror and everything returned back to normal.

Except...

Nothing was normal.

I stood in the middle of a stranger's room, completely naked, with... with a mark on my neck. Four puncture wounds where I had dreamed Professor Callum Lee had marked me with his canine teeth last night.

My eyes widened.

It wasn't a dream.

After drawing my finger over each of the scars, I stiffened.

Oh, my god.

I was now a wolf. A fucking werewolf.

Yesterday, I didn't even think that they existed. And now, my sight was already starting to change. What would be next? Would I grow fur on my human body? Grow a snout? Canines? Claws? God, I hoped that I didn't have to run with a pack too, because I hated running.

Moving closer to the mirror, I touched every inch of my face to check for any other wounds or differences, but I found nothing. At least, not yet. My stomach twisted into knots. What was going to happen to me? And where had Callum gone? Do I even call him that?

He was still my professor.

Once I found some clothes to wear, I opened his bedroom door and stepped out into a huge hallway, decorated with carved wooden accents. Wandering down the hall, I glanced in a couple spare bedrooms and scrunched my nose.

Professor Lee lived in a mansion or something. I had never seen this many rooms in one hallway in my entire life, except Adan's house. I had only been there once, but there were so many rooms and so many people that I had gotten lost one too many times.

The last door on the left was open ajar, and I glanced into it, hoping that Lee was inside. Filled with tattered-spined books and shelves that covered almost every wall that wasn't a window, a large and empty library sat inside.

My eyes widened, and I walked in and down the rows of books, drawing my fingers alongside a bookcase until I reached the window. Outside, a group of people—both old and young—chatted together on the lawn, some sunbathing, others barbequing, and the children chasing each other.

A couple wolves ran up to the group and shifted into humans, their carved bodies bending at all sorts of angles and their bones snapping in and out of place. The shift looked easy and so simple for them, as if they had been doing it for years.

One last wolf approached the ground and shifted. My jaw snapped open when Jasmine stood naked in front of the group, her silky hair flowing in the breeze and her claws shortening into nails.

I cracked the window open, the air thick and heavy here... or maybe that was my mind making it seem like I was suffocating. A chilly fall breeze blew into the room, and I inhaled sharply. So many different scents drifted through my nostrils. Somehow, someway, it seemed like I could smell every aroma within a mile, something that had never, ever happened before. So, I took another deep breath, the sense intensified.

And then I smelled it.

Adan.

He always had a distinct scent, one of pinecones and honeysuckle.

I tensed and scanned the forest for any trace of Adan. How did he find me?

Back home, I made sure to not leave any damn trace of my whereabouts. I even told my parents that I was off to a college fifty miles from here. How could... how could Adan find me so quickly and so soon?

My stomach twisted into tight knots.

If he knew where I was, then Mom and Dad knew where I was, and that meant... the others weren't too far behind.

Fuck. I ran my hand through my hair and backed away from the window a few feet. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what was I going to do? The others were... dangerous. If they found me, I didn't doubt that they would put a bullet through Callum's head.

Or worse...

When I took another step back, I hit a hard chest and jumped into the air, screaming in pure shock. Someone grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me closer, drawing his nose up the side of my neck.

"Bria..."