Chapter 54

I've never been good at making decisions. Especially important ones. Especially ones that have the potential to end the entire existence of the werewolf race or Shifter.

"Mona, honey, you seem to faint every time you walk into this room." A pearly, magical laugh comes to my ears. Two guards rush to my side, and though my eyes are closed, I can feel their heavy footsteps.

It is Griffin who approaches me first, his cold hands lightly touching my arms, then brushing my forehead. His touch is icy at first, then filled with a warmth that marks me like an iron. A scream echoes through the room, and it takes me a moment to realize it's mine.

Each touch seems to get worse. I don't remember it hurting this much before.

My eyes open and the first thing I see is Griffin's face, twisted with worry. "What's wrong, Mona?" he asks me softly.

I say nothing, reaching with a thin arm to touch my f