I wake with a start as Zoey crashes around the room, complaining that her alarm didn’t go off.
What a weird dream, I think to myself, but a chuckle escapes me, causing Zoey to stop her mid-morning tantrum and just stare at me.
“Sorry. I had the weirdest dream,” I say, reaching for my phone on my bedside table and powering it back on.
“You’ll never—” I trail off as I see a text pop up on my phone from an unknown number.
It couldn’t have been real! Werewolves?! That b***h.
I’m grumbling at my phone about stupid bitches and werewolves when Zoey coughs, reminding me I was talking to her before I got distracted.
“Um, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I try to placate her, but quicker than I realize, she snatches the phone out of my hand.
“OH MY GAWD, YOU LITTLE TRAMP!” she laughs o
