Hazel's Point of View
I jolt upright in bed as the shrill sound of my alarm slices through the heavy fog in my mind. My hand slams down on it instinctively, silencing the noise. For a moment, I just sit there, staring blankly ahead. My eyes feel gritty, dry, and raw. It feels like I barely slept, and that’s because I didn’t.
The memories from last night creep in slowly, like mist curling under a door. I spent hours hunched over my desk, flipping through every single grimoire I own... nothing. Not a single useful passage on Lycans. So I turned to the internet, thinking maybe modern witches, or even conspiracy theorists, might’ve uncovered something useful.
Instead, I found contradictions, wild stories, and rabbit holes that led nowhere. All that effort, and I’m no closer to understanding
