Chapter 39

Kira's POV

I woke up gasping, sheets tangled around my legs like snakes. The bed felt too big, too cold. Darkness pressed against the windows—still hours before dawn. My shoulder throbbed where the bullet had entered, a constant reminder that nothing was normal anymore.

"f**k," I whispered to the empty room.

Three weeks. Three weeks since I'd slept with a stranger in a hotel room who turned out to be my long-lost stepbrother. Three weeks since I'd discovered I was a werewolf's mate. Two weeks since my mother's murder. One week since I'd watched Damon rip out his own father's throat.

And now I was supposed to be... what? Luna? Whatever the hell that meant.

I threw off the covers and padded to the bathroom, flicking on the light. The mirror showed a stranger—dark circles under my eyes, hair a mes……