MIRABEL REDFORD
Dear insomnia, thanks for giving me something to look up to because Juniper’s inconsistency is killing me. I have been awake for the past two hours, and I am bored because Juniper is MIA.
I wince when my feet touch the floor. It is cold. Stretching, I can’t help but smile at my baggy soft covered strawberry pajamas. Whoever they belong to must be strawberries’ lover.
I switch the bulb on and almost scream when I find clothes bundled up near my door. Damn it! Whoever entered my room must have tiptoed. I look outside but the whole corridor is deserted. Studying the clothes, I wonder how whoever brought them knew my size.
The red crop top and a pair of grey sweatpants make me wonder if it is Luna Sky and if yes, why didn’t she wake me up? Will anyone in the pack enter th
