MEGHAN
I woke up, and furrowed my brow. That wasn't the room I had fallen asleep in; Callum, in his infinite paternal love, had relegated me to Mylah's room – but this was my own. Or at least, the one I used when Mylah, my grandparents and I stayed ad the pack house, usually doing the holidays.
Have I walked to the wrong room last night? I wondered.
It wasn't possible - I had been escorted to Mylah's room the night before by five guards. Realizing that was how much fear I instilled in my father, despite him having my children and the ticking time bomb on my wrist, had made me chuckle.
I couldn't have possibly chosen the wrong room; yet, I had fallen asleep in one and woken up in another.
"MEGHAN! BREAKFAST!"
I jolted at that voice; I knew it. It was identical to mine, and yet it wa
