Aria
Steam still clung to the mirror as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around me. My damp hair clung to my shoulders as I rubbed it gently with the towel, muttering about how my conditioner still didn’t smell as good as Maya’s.
I plugged in the small hair dryer and started running it through my hair, the soft hum filling the room. It was good to have my own private room, no noise, just peace. My eyes wandered to the mirror, just casually watching the strands move, until something stopped me.
My hand froze mid-air.
I blinked.
Then leaned in.
“What the...” I whispered.
I turned off the dryer and set it on the counter, stepping closer to the mirror. My eyes zeroed in on my right shoulder. The spot. The place the wolf had bitten me. The place that, up until yesterd
