Chapter 89

When Eve regained her senses the next morning, she was naked and shivering in a den of dirt and leaves, dried blood caked under her claws. Her memories of the previous night were disjointed, fever-dream flashes of rage, grief, and horror.

But one thing kept replaying in her mind with terrifying clarity: her own face, twisted into an expression of pure animalistic fury, as those two horns punched through her skull in a spray of viscera.

Eve passed a trembling hand over her forehead, her fingertips grazing the very much intact ivory protrusions - physical confirmation that whatever had happened to her under the full moon...it hadn't just been another nightmare. She was something else now - something dangerous, something monstrous, something utterly irreversible.

As the gut-wrenching realization washed over her, Eve's grief over losing David mingled with abject horror over what she herself had become. Her anguished cries echoed through the empty forest once