Chapters

Chapter One: Wolves Don’t Belong in Silverwood

Chapter Two: The Wolf and the Girl Who Knew Too Much

Chapter Three: The Boy Who Runs with Wolves

Chapter Four: The Pack Never Forgets

Chapter Five: The Pack Strikes First

Chapter 6: Blood and Betrayal

Chapter 7: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 8: The Edge of Control

Chapter 9: The Hunger Within

Chapter 10: The Monster Within

Chapter 11: The Truth Beneath the Skin

Chapter 12: A Line in the Sand

Chapter 13: Fire and Fractures

Chapter 14: A Deal with the Devil

Chapter15: A Path of No Return

Chapter 16: The Lies Between Us

Chapter 17: A Monster’s Reflection

Chapter 18: Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 19: The Awakening

Chapter 20: The Ruin’s Secret

Chapter 21: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 22: Run Until You Break

Chapter 23: The Ghosts We Carry

Chapter 24: A Monster’s Shadow

Chapter 25: The Exile’s Truth

Chapter 26: The Alpha Strikes Back

Chapter 27: A Taste for Blood

Chapter 28: The Betrayal

Chapter 29: The Trap

Chapter 30: The Choice

Chapter 31: The Hunger Beneath

Chapter 32: The Threshold

Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 34: The Breaking Point

Chapter 35: The Awakening

Chapter 36: The Wolf at the Gate

Chapter 37: A Throne of Ash and Bone

Chapter 38: The Crown of a Ghost

Chapter 39: Blood and Allegiance

Chapter 40: The Shadow of a Queen

Chapter 41: Echoes of the Fallen

Chapter 42: A Ghost in the Dark

Chapter 43: Descent into Shadows

Chapter 44: The War That Never Ended

Chapter 45: The Fire That Follows

Chapter 46: Shadows of the Past, Flames of the Future

Chapter 47: A War Written in Shadows

Chapter 48: The Ashes of the Past, the Dawn of War

The night was quiet now, the echoes of battle nothing more than embers smoldering in the cold air. But the silence wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with victory. It was the kind of silence that came before the next storm. Riley stood at the edge of the battlefield, where the fire had begun to die down, leaving behind the blackened remains of the enemies she had burned away. The wind carried the scent of ash and earth, a whisper of the destruction she had left in her wake. But it didn’t feel like enough. It never did. Not when the war wasn’t over. Not when the true enemy was still out there, watching, waiting. She tightened her fists, feeling the warmth still lingering beneath her skin, the fire that refused to go out. For so long, she had been searching for the truth. And now, she has it. But knowing the truth and acting on it were two very different things. Kieran stepped beside her, his golden eyes still fierce, still unwavering. “You haven’t said a word since it ended.” Riley didn’t turn. Because she wasn’t sure what she would say. How could she? How could she explain what she had seen? The visions, the memories clawing at the edges of her mind, the past that refused to stay buried? For a moment, she thought about lying. Telling him she was fine. But she was tired of pretending. “It didn’t feel like the end,” she admitted, voice low. “It felt like the beginning.” Kieran studied her, silent for a moment, then nodded. “Because it is.” The truth settled between them, heavy, unspoken. And Riley hated it. Hated the way this fight kept pulling her deeper. Hated that no matter how many battles she won, there was always another war waiting. Lena’s voice cut through the night. “Well, if you two are done brooding over there, we should probably figure out where the hell we’re going next.” Riley turned, finding Lena standing over the remains of one of the creatures, nudging the ash with the toe of her boot. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being dragged into this mess,” Lena continued, “it’s that whenever we think we’ve won, something worse is already on the way.” She wasn’t wrong. The enemy was still out there. The ones who had erased her, rewritten history, tried to wipe her from existence. And they wouldn’t stop. Not unless Riley gave them a reason to be afraid. The pack moved through the charred remains of the battlefield, their golden eyes sharp, bodies tense. Even in victory, they didn’t let their guard down. Because this wasn’t the end. And they all knew it. The ruins were waiting for them. The past was waiting for them. And Riley was finally ready to face it. The road was long, stretching through the endless darkness of the forest, the trees looming like silent sentinels. But she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. Not of the truth. Not of the war ahead. Because this time She was the one bringing the fire. The forest stretched before them, dark and endless, the trees standing like ancient sentinels watching their every move. But Riley didn’t feel hunted anymore. Not like before, when the past had been something she couldn’t grasp when every step forward felt like she was walking blind into a war she didn’t understand. Now? Now, she understood everything. The war wasn’t something new. It wasn’t something Tobias had started or even something Caius had been trying to finish. It had begun long before any of them. And now that she knew the truth they couldn’t stop her from burning it all down. She walked at the front of the pack, her boots pressing into damp earth, her senses razor-sharp, her breath slow and measured. Every step forward felt like stepping deeper into something bigger than herself. Not just into battle. Not just into war. But into her history. And for the first time in her life She wasn’t afraid of it. She glanced back, just for a moment. The pack was silent, steady, waiting. They had followed her into fire and blood. They had chosen her over Tobias. They had seen what she had done back there. And yet, they were still here. That should have scared her. The way they looked at her now. Not just as a leader. Not just as the girl who had survived. But as something more. As something they could believe in. It was a kind of loyalty she had never asked for. A kind of power she had never wanted. And yet She couldn’t deny that she needed it now. Because the ones who had erased her? The ones who had rewritten history? They weren’t just going to let her walk away. They weren’t going to let her exist. So she had to be ready. She had to make sure the next time they came for her they were the ones who wouldn’t survive it. Kieran walked just behind her, close enough that she could feel the weight of his presence, steady and unshaken. He hadn’t said much since the fight ended. But he didn’t have to. Because she knew. Knew he had seen what she had seen. Knew he had felt it, too the shift in the air, the change in the war. She wasn’t the same girl who had stepped into this fight. And he wasn’t the same wolf who had tried to protect her from it. They had both changed. And neither of them was turning back. The ruins were closed now. She could feel them. Not just in the earth beneath her feet, not just in the scent of stone and time lingering in the wind But inside her. Like a memory trying to surface. Like something pulling her back. The others didn’t feel it the way she did. They didn’t hear the whispers of the past curling through the trees, or the distant echo of something lost, something waiting. But Riley did. Because the ruins weren’t just another battlefield. They weren’t just another graveyard of the past. They had been hers once. And soon They would be again. As the first broken stones appeared between the trees, as the weight of something ancient, something powerful settled over the land, Riley let out a slow breath. No more running. No more hiding. No more waiting for the past to catch up with her. She was here. And this time She was going to finish what she started. The ruins rose before her, half-buried in the earth, but not forgotten. Not by her. Not by the ones who had erased her. Not by the past that refused to stay buried. The stones were ancient, cracked, and weathered by time, but the moment Riley stepped forward, she knew they still remembered her. The air shifted, thick with something unseen, something that had been waiting. She could feel it curling around her ribs, pressing against her skin not fear, not hesitation, but recognition. Like the ruins knew what she had come for. Like they had been waiting for her to return. The pack slowed behind her, golden eyes flickering in the dim moonlight. No one spoke. Because they felt it too. Not like she did not with the same deep, visceral pull that had wrapped around her the moment she set foot on this land but they felt something. Something is shifting. Something awakening. Lena let out a slow, sharp breath. “I don’t like this,” she muttered. “Too quiet. Too… expectant.” Kieran was watching Riley carefully, his stance tense, ready. “You’re sure about this?” he asked. She wasn’t. But that didn’t matter. Because she had no other choice. She stepped forward. And the ground beneath her hummed. A deep, pulsing thrum, like a heartbeat beneath the earth. The ruins were alive. Or at least something inside them was. And as Riley pressed her palm against the nearest stone, something in the air snapped. The doors to the past swung opened A rush of heat, of memory, of something vast and ancient slammed into her chest. She staggered back, gasping, her vision flashing gold and white, the ruins around her blurring. No, not blurring. Changing. The cracks in the stones disappeared. The vines recoiled, vanishing as if time itself was unraveling. And suddenly, she wasn’t standing in ruins anymore. She was standing in the past. The city wasn’t dead. It was alive. The banners still flew, their sigils catching the wind. The torches still burned, lining the great stone walls. And the streets They were full of people. Her people. She could hear their voices, their laughter, the sound of wolves moving through the city, their eyes bright with something that had once felt like home. This wasn’t just a memory. It was a warning. Because she had lived here once. Because she had ruled here once. And because she had lost it all. The air shifted again. And then, she saw him. Standing at the edge of the city, his golden eyes darker than she had ever seen them, his body coiled, tense, like he already knew how this was going to end. Caius. Not as the enemy. Not yet. Not like the man she had been hunting through fire and blood. But as something else. As someone who had once stood beside her. As someone who had once fought for her. As someone who had once tried to save her. And just like that The vision shattered. Riley gasped, stumbling back into the present, the weight of the memory slamming into her like a blade to the ribs. The ruins were silent again. Dead again. But she wasn’t. She was alive. She was awake. And she remembered. She lifted her gaze, meeting Kieran’s eyes, steady and unshaken. “They weren’t just trying to erase me,” she said, voice quiet, fierce. “They were trying to erase all of this.” Lena let out a slow breath. “What did you see?” Riley swallowed hard. “My home,” she said. “My city.” She turned back to the ruins, her ruins. And she knew she wasn’t here to uncover the past. She was here to take it back. The past was hers. The war was hers. And now, so was the future. She exhaled, slow and steady. “We’re done searching,” she said. She turned back to the pack. “Now, we start fighting.” And this time they would be the ones rewriting history. No more waiting. No more running. No more letting someone else decide what was remembered and what was erased. This war had started centuries ago, but it would end with her. And this time, they wouldn’t take her name. They wouldn’t take her city. They wouldn’t take anything. Because Riley Hayes wasn’t just a survivor. She was the reckoning. She was the fire they thought they had extinguished. And she was going to burn everything they had built to the ground. The pack stood before her, watching, waiting. They had followed her through the shadows, through the lies, through the ghosts of a history they had never been allowed to know. But they knew it now. And they weren’t afraid. The moment she had spoken those words “Now, we start fighting” something in the air had shifted. The pack wasn’t just following her anymore. They were ready to fight beside her. To die beside her. Because this war wasn’t just hers anymore. It belonged to all of them. It had been stolen from all of them. And now? They were going to take it back. A city waiting to rise again Riley turned to the ruins, her green eyes sharp, scanning the remnants of what had once been a kingdom. She could still feel it the echo of power, the weight of what had been lost. The city had been left to crumble, but it wasn’t dead. Not yet. Not if she had anything to say about it. She stepped forward, brushing her fingers over the stone, feeling the warmth beneath her skin, the whispers of something waiting to wake. And she knew This place was still hers. Even after all this time. Even after they had tried to bury it. It had been waiting for her to come back. And now, she has. Kieran moved beside her, silent, steady. “What do we do first?” Riley didn’t hesitate. “We make them remember,” she said. She turned back to the pack, her wolves, her soldiers. Her army. The ones who had chosen her. The ones who had fought for her. The ones who would help her burn their enemies to the ground. She lifted her chin, voice clear, unshaken. “We don’t just fight them,” she said. “We take back what’s ours.” She glanced back at the ruins, at the broken stone, at the ghosts of a kingdom that refused to stay buried. She smiled. And this time It wasn’t a promise. It was a warning. “Let’s go remind the world who we are.” A slow, powerful hush fell over the pack, the weight of Riley’s words settling deep into their bones. Because they knew what this meant. This wasn’t just another battle. This wasn’t just revenge. This was a resurrection. The ruins stood before them, silent and waiting, but they would not stay that way for long. Because Riley wasn’t just reclaiming what was lost. She was rebuilding it. And when the world saw what she was about to do They would never forget her again. The first steps of war The wind howled through the broken stones, carrying the scent of old magic and forgotten history. Riley stepped forward, her boots pressing into the damp earth, her heart beating with something deep, something ancient. The pack followed. Kieran was just behind her, his golden eyes sharp, steady. Lena walked beside him, twirling a dagger between her fingers, her smirk gone, replaced by something colder, hungrier. Even the younger wolves, the ones who had once hesitated, stood taller now. Because Riley had given them something they had never had before. A truth that could not be erased. A leader that could not be stopped. A war that could not be avoided. They passed beneath a crumbling archway, the remains of an entrance that had once led to a kingdom. The carvings were worn, faded but as Riley’s fingers brushed The moment Riley’s fingers brushed against the worn stone, a pulse of heat rippled beneath her skin. Not fire. Not magic. Something deeper. Something alive. The carvings were almost unreadable now, eroded by time, but the second she touched them they weren’t just symbols anymore. They were words. They were names. Her name. Not the one she carried now. The one they had erased. A sharp breath left her lips as the stone reacted to her presence, the dust falling away, the letters glowing faintly in the dim light. The wolves behind her shifted, murmuring among themselves, but Riley couldn’t look away. Because she had stood here before. Not in this life. But in the one they had stolen from her. This had been her home. Her kingdom. And they had tried to bury it beneath time and silence. A slow rage curled through her chest, the fire inside her flaring hotter, sharper. Lena let out a low whistle, stepping closer. “Okay, that’s new.” Kieran didn’t say anything, but Riley could feel his gaze on her, steady, questioning. Because they all knew. They could all see it now. This wasn’t just some ancient ruin. It was a graveyard. A graveyard for a kingdom that had once ruled these lands. A graveyard for her. A throne stolen, a war forgotten Riley exhaled slowly, dragging her fingers away from the stone, her pulse roaring. “I’ve been here before,” she admitted, voice quiet but unshaken. No one doubted her. How could they? The ruins had already spoken for her. Kieran stepped forward, his golden eyes flickering over the glowing carvings, his body coiled like he was waiting for the past to reach out and take her again. “What does it say?” he asked. Riley swallowed, staring at the letters, their meaning so clear now. “It says I was supposed to die here,” she murmured. Lena stiffened. “That’s not unsettling at all.” “But I didn’t,” Riley continued, voice growing stronger. “And that’s why they erased it.” The air thickened, the weight of her words pressing against the ruins, against the night itself. Because this was the truth they had never wanted her to find. She had been their greatest threat once. A ruler. A warrior. Someone powerful enough to change the course of history. And when they had failed to kill her They had buried her instead. But now? Now, she was unburing herself. Now, they would have to face her again. And this time She was the one who would decide how the story ended. Riley turned back to the others, fire curling between her fingers, her green eyes burning like embers in the dark. They were waiting. For orders. For a path forward. For her. She was their leader now. Not just because she had survived Tobias. Not just because she had beaten the ones who came before. But because she had shown them the truth. And the truth was more powerful than any lie history had written. “We take this place back,” she said, her voice carrying over the ruins, over the silent stone that had once belonged to her. The pack stood taller. No hesitation. No fear. Because this wasn’t just her fight anymore. This was theirs. And when the dust settled The world would remember their names. A war that could no longer be hidden The wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers of the past, the scent of fire and vengeance. They would come for her again. She knew that now. The ones who had rewritten history, who had controlled fate, who had erased her once before They would try again. But this time She was ready for them. Because she wasn’t a lost queen anymore. She wasn’t a ghost of the past. She was something new. Something they couldn’t erase. Something they should fear. She turned toward the rising moon, toward the path ahead, toward the war that was finally here's to win. And she smiled. “Let them try.”

Chapter 50: A Throne of Fire, A War of Shadows

Chapter 51: The Kingdom of Ash and Vengeance

Chapter 52: The Throne Remembers

Chapter 53: When the Dead Howl

Chapter 54: The Fire That Would Not Die

Chapter 55: The Last Dawn Before War

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Chapter 9: The Hunger Within

Riley woke to the sound of her ragged breathing.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. Her heart pounded, her skin damp with sweat, and the world around her felt wrong. Too sharp. Too loud.

The faint crackle of the old cabin settling against the wind sent a ripple of awareness down her spine. She could hear Nova’s slow, steady breathing from the cot. The rustling of fabric as Kieran shifted on the couch. The distant howl of something far beyond the trees, its eerie call vibrating through her bones.

Her senses were too sharp.

Too alive.

She pressed a hand against her chest, willing her pulse to slow, but it was useless.

Something was changing.

The room smelled like dust and old wood, but underneath it, she could pick out the distinct scent of Kieran's blood. It filled her nose, thick and metallic, sparking something inside her that she did not want to acknowledge.

Panic flared.

She scrambled to her feet, moving too fast, too smoothly. Her body felt weightless, yet coiled tight like she was seconds from springing forward. The movement sent a fresh wave of dizziness through her skull.

She needed air.

Without thinking, she pushed the door open and stepped outside.

The night was cold against her overheated skin, but the chill did little to ground her. The forest stretched before her, dark and endless, but instead of fear, all she felt was hunger.

Not for food.

Not for anything she could name.

Her fingers curled, nails pressing into her palms as she sucked in a sharp breath. Everything felt too much. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying scents she shouldn’t have been able to distinguish. The damp earth. The faint traces of other animals in the distance. The lingering scent of wolves in the air.

Her stomach twisted.

What was happening to her?

A rustle behind her made her stiffen.

She turned sharply, muscles tensing, only to find Kieran watching her from the doorway.

He looked worse than before. His skin was pale, almost too pale, and even in the dim light

Riley nodded slowly, unsure how to put into words what was happening to her because she wasn’t even sure what it was. How was she supposed to explain the way her body felt too wired, too aware, too wrong?

Kieran stepped forward, moving with the quiet grace of a predator, but she noticed how he swayed slightly, how his fingers clenched around the doorframe like he needed the support.

“You shouldn’t be up,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Funny. I was about to say the same to you.”

She scowled but didn’t argue.

Kieran studied her for a long moment, his golden eyes scanning her like he was seeing something she couldn’t. Then, softly, he asked, “You felt it, didn’t you?”

Riley stiffened.

She wanted to lie. To say she was fine, that nothing was wrong, that she had just needed air.

But she couldn’t.

Because she had felt it.

That strange, unnatural energy pulsing through her veins, the way her senses had sharpened, the hunger curling deep inside her like a beast waiting to be set free.

“What’s happening to me?” she whispered.

Kieran exhaled, his smirk fading. “I don’t know.”

That terrified her more than anything.

Kieran always seemed to have the answers. He understood this world in a way she didn’t, and if he didn’t know what was happening to her, then what hope did she have?

Her chest tightened.

“I think it’s the mark,” he admitted, voice lower now, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the words out loud. “It’s changing you.”

Riley shivered. “Into what?”

Kieran didn’t answer right away. His gaze flickered to the trees, his expression unreadable. “That’s what we need to find out.”

Riley turned away, running a hand through her hair. The night stretched before them, dark and endless, and for the first time, she felt something calling to her from the woods. Something she couldn’t name.

It scared her.

And worse

It excited her.

She shook the thought away and forced herself to focus. “You said we were going to see a friend. Someone who could help.”

Kieran nodded. “Yeah. But we’ll have to leave at first light.”

“Why not now?”

“Because we’re already being hunted,” Kieran said grimly. “And traveling at night makes it easier for them to track us.”

Riley swallowed hard. She hated how logical that was.

Kieran watched her, his golden eyes flickering in the moonlight. “Try to get some rest, Riley.”

She wasn’t sure she could.

But she nodded anyway, stepping back toward the cabin. She could feel Kieran’s gaze on her as she disappeared inside, the weight of unspoken things hanging between them.

Something was changing inside her.

And she wasn’t sure if she should fight it

Or let it take over.

Riley lay on the worn-out couch, staring at the ceiling, but sleep refused to come.

Her entire body felt restless like energy was thrumming beneath her skin, refusing to settle. Every creak of the cabin, every gust of wind against the wooden walls, made her muscles tighten as if she were waiting for some unseen danger to lunge from the shadows.

She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to take slow, steady breaths.

Kieran had said the mark was changing her.

But what?

Her stomach twisted.

She thought back to the way she had moved in the woods, the way she had felt the presence of the wolves before seeing them, the unnatural speed that had carried her away from Callum’s attack.

No human should be able to do that.

A sharp pain bloomed behind her ribs, making her suck in a breath. It wasn’t like the usual aches of exhaustion or injury, it was deeper like something inside her was stretching, shifting, awakening.

She pressed a hand to her chest, swallowing hard.

This isn’t normal.

Footsteps.

Riley’s eyes snapped open.

For a moment, she thought she had imagined it. But then she heard it again, the faint sound of movement just outside the cabin. Slow. Purposeful.

She sat up carefully, every nerve in her body suddenly alert.

Nova was still asleep on the cot, her breathing slow and even. Kieran was slumped in the chair near the door, his body tense even in unconsciousness.

Whoever was outside wasn’t one of them.

Riley moved without thinking, slipping off the couch as quietly as possible. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crept toward the window, carefully pulling back the curtain just enough to see outside.

The forest stretched into darkness, thick and unmoving. But the feeling of being watched pressed against her skin, making the hair on the back of her neck rise.

Something was out there.

She turned toward Kieran, about to wake him, but before she could speak

The door burst open.

A dark figure lunged inside, moving impossibly fast.

Riley barely had time to react before a heavy weight slammed into her, knocking her to the floor. A hand clamped around her throat, pinning her down. She gasped, struggling, but the grip was like iron.

Golden eyes gleamed above her.

Not Kieran’s.

Callum.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” he whispered, his grip tightening just enough to make her pulse spike with panic.

A low growl rumbled from across the room.

Then Kieran was moving.

He collided with Callum in a blur of motion, ripping him away from Riley and slamming him into the wooden wall with enough force to crack the old boards. Callum snarled but barely looked winded, his smirk sharp as ever.

“Missed me, Wolfe?” he taunted.

Kieran didn’t hesitate. He lunged again, this time aiming to kill.

The cabin exploded into chaos.

Riley scrambled backward, her breath coming fast as Kieran and Callum tore into each other with savage intensity. Claws flashed, fists landed with sickening thuds, and the scent of blood filled the air.

Callum was toying with Kieran. That much was clear. He was too fast and every time Kieran tried to land a decisive blow, Callum dodged at the last second, laughing like this was all just a game.

A blur of movement to Riley’s left caught her attention.

One of Callum’s wolves, bigger than the others she had seen before, his face twisted in a vicious snarl, was charging straight for Nova.

Riley moved.

She didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate.

One second she was crouched near the floor, the next she was launching herself forward, intercepting the wolf before he could reach Nova’s sleeping form.

Her body reacted on pure instinct.

She grabbed the wolf by the arm and threw him.

Not pushed. Not shoved.

Threw.

The massive wolf hit the opposite wall so hard that the wooden panels cracked on impact. He slumped to the floor, groaning, his eyes wide with shock.

Riley froze.

Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps.

She looked down at her hands, at her fingers that had moved with unnatural strength, at the way her body had reacted without hesitation.

That wasn’t normal.

That wasn’t human.

Callum’s laughter cut through the chaos.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” he mused, dodging another strike from Kieran with infuriating ease. His golden eyes flicked toward Riley, full of something dark and knowing. “Looks like someone’s finally waking up.”

Riley’s stomach dropped.

She didn’t have time to process what he meant, because, at that moment, Nova woke up.

She sat up, groggy and disoriented, her eyes widening as she took in the destruction around her. “What the hell”

The wolf Riley had thrown suddenly surged forward again.

Riley reacted instantly.

She spun, moving faster than she should have been able to, grabbing the wolf’s wrist mid-strike and twisting hard. A sickening crack echoed through the cabin as he howled in pain, collapsing to his knees.

Her breathing was ragged, her heart hammering, but she barely felt the exhaustion.

She felt alive.

Powerful.

Wrong.

Callum was watching her like a predator who had just caught the scent of something rare and valuable.

“Now that,” he murmured, stepping back toward the open door, “is something worth chasing.”

Kieran lunged at him again, but Callum was already moving. He ducked the attack with effortless ease, retreating toward the exit. His injured packmate scrambled after him, growling in pain.

Callum smirked. “We’ll be seeing each other again soon, Riley.”

Then, before Kieran could reach him, he was gone.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Riley was still breathing hard, her entire body trembling.

Nova was staring at her. Not at Kieran. Her.

“…What the hell was that?” Nova whispered.

Riley didn’t have an answer.

Kieran turned toward her, his golden eyes unreadable. “We need to go,” he said, voice tight. “Now.”

Riley swallowed hard, her fingers still shaking.

She had known something was changing.

But after tonight after what she had just done

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know what she was becoming.

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