Chapter 3

Derek carried an ancient, savage bloodline. Whenever the full moon rose, he'd lose all sense of himself, becoming a beast with nothing but the urge to kill.

In his previous life, because of this curse, he'd accidentally killed his own Beta, and the guilt tormented him for the rest of his life.

Late at night, I was jolted awake by a suppressed, guttural growl.

Not even bothering with shoes, I snatched the dagger from beside my pillow and charged out.

Derek's door was flung wide open, and inside was utter chaos.

Furniture lay shattered, claw marks scored the walls, and…