Mika
As the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, I slowly awakened, my body feeling heavy and worn, as if I hadn’t genuinely rested. The fatigue weighed on me, lingering from a restless night spent tossing and turning.
My mind was consumed by thoughts of not getting my wolf yet and about the man who had reached out to my mother, Lucas Freeman. I couldn’t shake the uneasiness of that letter and what it meant.
Determinedly, I pushed through the exhaustion, finally dragging myself out of bed. I dressed quickly, pulling on my clothes as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to me like a fog.
Before I could gather my thoughts or find a moment of calm, the door to my room swung open with a bang, and my father stormed in. His brow was furrowed in annoyance,
