nd something akin to morbid entertainment, washed over me. My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes mirroring the dull ache in my

glass, cut through the clamor. "She's got a belly like that, you'd

is words thick with prejudice, "they

of tires, the sickening lurch of my stomach, the taste of bile rising in my throat. I'd almost been hit. My finger

Maybe she's a rogue, who knows who got her p

art, and each one echoed a fear I had never dared voice. I wasn't

lf to my feet, ignoring the dizzying sway in my vision, and walked away from them as quickly as I could, each step a painful reminder of how l

paces of our too-large, too-cold house. I had envisioned Damon's face when I told him, the flicker of joy I was so desperate to see in his eyes. I

r. It was dark, the only light a sliver of moon peeking between the towering buildings. I should probably go back home, but th

my earlier despair. My hand went to my throat, touching the small, barely there scar where my power used to pulse.

d. Rogues. They moved like predators, their eyes glinting in the dim light, and the alpha on the gr

f malice. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the silence of the alley. A low, guttural

long dormant power within me stirred like a restless beast, clawing its way to the surface, hungry and raw. My vision p

sting the rogue closest to me into the wall. He didn't even see it coming. The other rogues paused in

else - something akin to gratitude, perhaps, before they slid shut again. The other rogues turn

ere mi

lips pulling back in a silent snarl as my own fangs finally resurfaced. The all

r just Elara,

omethin

ad no idea what