Elara’s POV
The alarm clock blared in my ear like it had a personal grudge. Three a.m. I slammed a hand over it, groaning into my pillow.
“Moon goddess, why me?” I muttered, dragging myself upright. My room was soundproof— thank the stars—otherwise half the pack would’ve been at my door already, laughing at their Alpha whining before dawn.
I stumbled into the shower, let the icy water shock me awake, then padded to my closet. Black jeans, red tank, leather jacket, my armor of choice. As I yanked on my boots, I caught my reflection. My eyes looked harder than the girl who ran from Knightfall years ago, but underneath, there was still that restless, simmering fire.
The door creaked, and Eva leaned against the frame with her usual cool smirk. “Do you own anything that isn’t black or red?
