The birds chirped and sang outside, announcing the arrival of a new day. Even if I couldn’t see the sunrays through the heavy black curtains, I could still hear the familiar morning noises. It was probably around 7AM. I rarely slept past five-thirty, but since it was Sunday, there was no training. Milo had also offered to take care of early business for me, so I didn’t have to worry about showing up before breakfast. However, I couldn’t seem to be able to rest either.
To say that my mind was a mess was an understatement. I was conflicted, and as I laid down in bed, I weighed my every option and each possible outcome. My heart wanted to claim Fintan and introduce him to my pack and friends, but the consequences of such actions were stopping me from fulfilling my desires. Werewolves despise
