Cleo
The morning after my first shift, I woke with a strange mixture of excitement and dread.
My wolf was finally here.
Midnight was real.
And yet, instead of feeling completely exhilarated, I found myself worrying about what everyone else would think.
By the time I made my way downstairs to prepare breakfast, my thoughts were already running in circles.
Eric had said he’d never seen anything like Midnight.
What did that mean?
Was I different?
And if I was…
Why?
“There is nothing wrong with being different.”
Midnight’s sleepy voice drifted through my mind.
I smiled faintly.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t.”
A yawn followed.
“But your thoughts are so damn loud right now they could probably raise the dead and have them dancing.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Says the
