Sophia and Abigail lounged on the bed, watching as Danica paced back and forth. It was the night of the meeting, and Danica was much too nervous to relax.
"You're going to burn a hole in the floor," Abigail pointed out as she twisted a stray lock of hair around her finger.
"Yeah, you look great, so relax," Sophia assured, smiling. "After all, you had a great makeup artist work on you."
Stopping, Danica looked at her two roommates.
"I don't actually have to go, right?"
Despite knowing that she did indeed have to go, she still tried to convince herself otherwise. Being the creature of solitude that she was, she hated having attention on her. That meant that just the thought of having to introduce herself to an entire pack of wolves was pushing her into a panic attack.
"Relax," Abigail
