It is official, Hattie is the most obnoxious alarm clock in the world. It has barely even started to get light outside and yet she is pouncing and howling inside my head desperate to get me up so she can take control.
“It’s far too early.” I growl at her, screwing my eyes tightly closed, and trying my best to ignore her. I should be good at it with all of the practice I had before I knew what her voice in my head really meant, but I have been trying my hardest not to ignore her lately, so I am out of practice.
“No it’s not. I can’t wait to pin Ash again.” She says excitedly.
“Goddess Hattie.” I say suddenly realising that I am starting to sound like all the other werewolves, who use the word goddess for everything. “Ash or rather Tommo will still be asleep. Just relax for a while and
