Mirellie
I never actually went to sleep.
At some point during the night, exhaustion and consciousness simply blurred together until I could no longer tell the difference. The guest directory remained spread across my bed, photographs staring up at me from every direction. Names. Titles. Packs. Alliances. Important relatives. People I was apparently expected to recognize on sight despite learning of their existence less than twenty-four hours ago.
I had spent the entire night trying to memorize them.
Every time I closed my eyes, another face appeared.
Alpha Warren.
Luna Meredith.
Elder Hawthorne.
Alpha Gareth.
I had repeated their names so many times that they had eventually stopped sounding like names and started sounding like random noises. By dawn, I could confidently identify a
