The night my wolf finally awakened, the world didn't just change—it exploded into an overwhelming assault of scents. Every single odor in the castle rushed into my nostrils with the force of a tidal wave.
For nineteen years, that feral side of me had managed to remain completely dormant, and even recently, whenever it stirred, it had actively avoided communicating with me, retreating into the deepest, darkest corners of my mind. But tonight, it woke up with an abrupt, unpredictable violence that drove me insane.
And I mean that in the most literal, clinical sense of losing my goddamn mind.
