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But it’s too late.

She sees it.

My eyes—already gone gold.

My teeth—lengthening in my mouth.

My skin—rippling with the shift Ican’tstop anymore.

Her face drains. “Oh my god...”

“Run,” I rasp. “Please.”

She doesn’t move.

Just stares at me, terrified.

And then I fall to my knees, gasping, as the shift finally takes hold.

CHAPTER 17

ALICE

“Jason?”

My voice cuts through the woods, small and shaky, nearly drowned out by the roar of the wind through the trees. I clutch the flashlight like it’s a lifeline, its beam bouncing wildly across the muddy trail as I stumble through the brush.

I heard him yelling.

I didn’t think—I just ran toward it.

And now here I am, breathless, heart pounding like a drumline in my chest. The storm is breaking open above me, and I can feel it in my bones.

Then I see him.

He’s on his knees, panting, body trembling like he’s struggling to hold himself together with sheer will.

“Jason?” I whisper again.

He lifts his head.

And it’s not his eyes I see.

Not really.

They glow gold, burning through the shadows.

He stares at me.

Not moving.

Not speaking.

I take a step closer.

And that’s when he shouts—“You shouldn’t be here.”

The words crack like lightning.

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