Mia POV
"Mia, have the pack house cleaned," my father ordered the moment I walked into the dining hall. The room was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of cutlery clinking against plates.
"Mia, you look like a mess," my sister greeted me, her voice filled with amusement. I could see her perfectly styled hair and the pristine white tablecloth reflecting the morning sunlight. "Good morning to you too," I muttered, trying to hide my exhaustion.
"I'm sure she was out training with the rogue kid all night again," my brother joked, causing laughter to fill the room. "At least I'm training," I muttered under my breath, hoping no one would hear. But my father did. His voice boomed across the room, "Show your brother some respect. He will soon be crowned the next wolf
