Ava's POV
I woke up to the sound of my own thoughts, still reeling from the events of the previous day. My mind was a jumble of emotions, worries, and plans. I had been up the whole night, thinking of how to return the diary without arousing suspicion. I wanted to make it look like it had been in Dylan's room all along, but how do I do that? My brain was a blank slate.
My wolf, Ray, wasn't helping matters. She kept taunting me, her voice a constant whisper in my mind. When I tried to shut her out, but she only grew louder, more insistent.
Just as I was starting to feel like I was losing my mind, Marietta burst into my room, her face looking bubbly. "Ava, Alpha Dylan requests your presence," she said, her voice bright and cheerful.
I groaned, rubbing my tired eyes. "What time is it?" I
