Vera's POV
The sunlight found its way into my room, bathing my skin and hair in gold. Just as I rose from bed, a migraine struck me hard. “Ughh” I groaned and slapped my forehead as I gently placed my head back on my pillow. A hangover was something I had never experienced because I barely drank—but last night would be the last time I'd drink this much.
I got out of bed to grab a cup of coffee from the kitchen, and as I passed by the pack's hall door. Phil's voice erupted, loud and angry. He seemed to be having a meeting.
“Why didn't any of you tell me about it?” he questioned. Silence for a moment. “I won't ask again.” His voice echoed again. I was suddenly distracted by a passing maid, “Good morning ma'am.” She greeted me. I responded and walked towards the kitchen.
I couldn't help b
