Morning crept in quietly, pale sunlight slipping through the blinds and brushing across tangled sheets and half-discarded clothes. For once, it wasn’t the boys who stirred first.
Remi blinked awake to the sight of dawn and immediately groaned.
“Oh no,” she whispered to herself, rolling onto her back. “No, no, no—I’m late.”
She slid out of bed as carefully as possible, moving with the practiced efficiency of someone who’d mastered early mornings long before pack life. Will barely shifted as she crossed the room, already reaching for her scrubs folded over the chair. She pulled them on quickly, tying her hair back, checking her watch with a muttered curse.
Across the hall, Rae cracked one eye open, took one look at the time glowing on her phone, and smiled slowly.
“Well,” she murmured,
