IRENA
Monday
I wake up slowly, two sets of arms and legs draped over me, two sets of morning wood pressing against me. I extract myself carefully from Sam and Dan, padding over to the bathroom. Memories of the previous night flash through my mind, a smile on my face as I relive it. I never thought I would enjoy it as much as I had, but this was definitely an unseen perk of my plan. I studied my body in the floor to ceiling mirror, looking over my bruises with a critical eye. Thankfully, none were in an obvious location, and they would heal pretty quickly, one of the perks of being a werewolf. I liked seeing the bruises though, they were a physical reminder of the sacrifices I would need to make before my plan came to fruition.
I head into the shower, turning it on and letting the steam
