It started with a kiss—hot, desperate, and laced with something darker than desire. She was fire in the night, all sharp eyes and forbidden promises, and for one fevered moment, I didn’t care what she was. But when I woke up alone, the bite on my neck pulsed with unnatural heat. Now, every full moon, my body changes. Not into a beast—but into *her*. A beautiful, undeniable version of me I can’t control. And she’s still out there… watching.