Chapter 63 A Fragile Balance

The sunlight filtered through the curtains as I sat on my bed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes glowed faintly with the energy I was trying so desperately to control. I had promised Maya that I would spend more time with her, and that meant finding a way to keep the werewolf within me from surfacing at the wrong moment. It wasn’t easy—every emotion, every instinct felt magnified now. I could feel the beast lurking beneath my skin, eager to emerge, but I needed to keep it at bay. My thoughts drifted to Mason, out on another scouting mission. The tension between the Ashwood and Westville packs had been growing, and I couldn’t help but worry about him. Lucas, Gary’s right-hand man, was ruthless, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to attack if he thought it would give his pack the upper hand. But right now, I had to focus on Maya. She had been so understanding after I told her everything, but I could see the fear in her eyes. I couldn’t blame her—who wouldn’t be terrified of