Lisa's POV
The day had started slow.
Too slow.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, chin propped on my hand, staring at the far wall of my room like maybe it would sprout a window and offer me a new view. No such luck. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint ticking of the clock above my desk.
Calla had been busy since morning—something about helping in the lower kitchens—and because the higher floors were restricted to most of the pack members, my usual options for company were nonexistent. I’d already paced the length of the room six times, flipped through a magazine I wasn’t actually reading, and organized my desk just to have something to do.
Now I was bored enough to consider staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep out of pure desperation.
No. That wo
