Chapter Thirty

Beverly awoke in the dim light of dawn, her eyes swollen from a night of tears and anguish. She had cried herself to sleep, tormented by the events that had unfolded, and the consequences that now haunted her. Her dreams had been restless, filled with fleeting memories of her past life, of Elton, of the humans she had saved and sheltered, and of the supernatural powers she had once wielded.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the makeshift roof of her hideout, Beverly knew that she couldn't remain hidden forever. She missed Elton with a depth of longing that seemed to gnaw at her very soul. She missed the camaraderie and warmth of the humans who had found refuge with her. And most of all, she missed the sense of purpose she had felt when she was able to protect and save those in need.

But the bitter reality of her new existence as a werewolf weighed heavily on her heart. She had changed, transformed into a creature of the night, a beast she had once hunted to