Chapter 123

Igripped the sink for dear life, my muscles trembling violently. My breaths came out in quick pants as I struggled against the waves of fucking anger rolling through me. Deep growls fell out of me on repeat.

I could feel Lane’s magic moving through me. He promised I would for a while until the augmentation settled—whatever the fuck that meant. I was alive. That was all I fucking cared about.

I was alive and stronger than I’d ever been in my fucking life. The power weaving through me was an intense fucking rush—one I desperately wanted to lean into. One I wanted to give in to completely.

But I couldn’t.

My head cocked to the side as I studied myself. The man in the mirror was barely recognizable. My eyes were gone, replaced with swimming pits of midnight blue. The color surged through my veins, dancing down my neck and under my clothes. My tattoos pulsed with the dim blue glow. Curved claws scraped against the marble and left divots wherever they touched.

The row of fangs in my mouth sat uncomfortably over another. My gums ached, and blood pooled in the back of my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth—or tried to. Nothing fit right. Not like it used to.

“Yup, you’re fuckin’ pretty, Killy Boy,” Beau commented from his spot by the door. “Now, are we goin’ to kill a hunter, or am I rippin’ your throat out?”

I growled, making the mirror rattle with the sound. Beau stood taller. Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply.

Human.

Act human.

Be human.

I could fucking do this. I willed it to go away—for now. The power receded, swirling and looming anxiously. One wrong move and I knew I’d fucking lose it.

But I couldn’t. Not now.

“Stop calling me that,” I snarled as I opened my eyes. My same old fucking reflection stared back at me, and I held in a sigh of relief. I couldn’t show Beau weakness. He couldn’t know I was struggling.

Not until I saved Genevieve and Nolan.