Lulu
“Good morning, Miss McCarthy.”
Dalila entered my room looking neat and tidy, though she wasn’t in her usual uniform. I rubbed my eyes, letting out a huge yawn as she pulled the curtains open. Morning light slapped across my face, far too bright for this hour.
“Morning, Dalila. What time is it? Honestly, why isn’t there a wall clock in this room?”
“Half past seven, Miss. I’ll ask the head Omega to provide one.”
“Perfect. While you’re at it, ask for an air conditioner too,” I muttered, stretching my arms.
Dalila hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded, polite as always. I knew most pack houses only had heaters for winter, not coolers. But my body was different. The fire running through my blood made me burn easily. Sometimes I envied the others who could curl up under thick blan
