Chapter Fifty-Four

Jackson

“J-Jackson, what are you doing?” she stammered, pressing herself against the shower wall. She was scared to death, but so was I.

I watched in horror as steam rose from her flesh. My worst nightmare had come true. I allowed myself to develop feelings for Imani against my better judgment, and now I had to put her down.

How cruel of the Moon Goddess to curse us with this affliction. Haven’t we suffered enough?

“You’re…you’re mutating,” I whispered. I switched the gun to my opposite hand, hoping the shaking would stop, but it only worsened.

“Jackson…put the gun away…please. I’m not mutating. I think it’s my heat,” she said, pleading for her life.

“That’s what you would say to stay alive.”

She closed her eyes, and I couldn’t tell if the liquid that rolled down her cheeks was tears or the water from the shower head.

I tensed when I heard my wolf’s voice in my head.

Rowan: Breed her.

Jackson: Are you fucking mad?

Rowan: She’s not mutating. It’s as she said.