Peter woke up feeling more stable than he had in days. His mind was clearer, and the strange heat that had consumed his body had subsided for the time being. But he couldn't shake the memory of what had happened in the kitchen—the way his skin had melted near the fire. He felt… different. And not in a good way.
"I can't wait any longer," Peter muttered to himself, sitting up in bed. "I need to get to Steven's place. I need to tell them what's happening before it's too late."
He quickly gathered his things, throwing on a jacket and grabbing the keys to his car. He took one last glance at his reflection in the bathroom mirror before leaving the house. His face looked normal, but deep down, he knew something had changed inside him.
