Kira’s POV
Morning came too fast and too bright. Sunlight stabbed through the heavy curtains like it personally wanted to punish me for last night.
I sat on the edge of the bed, toes curled tight into the fluffy rug, hands clamped between my knees, eyes glued to the floor like a kid waiting for the principal to yell about the broken window.
Adrian had left an hour ago, all smirky and efficient, promising he’d set up everything for my “trip” to LA…the funeral story that got me a one-way ticket out of werewolf hell. But I didn’t say a word to him. Not one. I just stared at the sheets like they held the secrets to the universe, replaying how I’d caved again. Failed again. His scent still clung to everything, mocking me.
A knock echoed on the door…sharp, hesitant. “Princess Abby? It’s Li
