On Tuesday, Mia woke Amelia at six in the morning. Through the window, Amelia noticed that the sun had barely risen among the clouds, which still had a pinkish hue from the early morning light. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes and shaking off the desire to go back to sleep until the day was warm enough to force her to get up and escape the heat of the sheets.
"Did something happen?" she asked, noticing the worry on Mia's face.
"Your trial is today."
"I thought I'd have more time," Amelia protested, feeling the last remnants of sleep leave her body. "I thought we'd have more time to prepare for the questions."
The two had practiced what Amelia should and shouldn't say during the trial, taking into account the questions Mia knew were part of the pack acceptance process. If Amelia
