Sophia
"Show time indeed." I rub the sleep out of my eyes.
I had the impression that I must have dozed off for a few minutes, when in fact it’s dinner time. Once I open my bedroom door to allow my female Beta in, I groan learning exactly what time it is and how I don’t have more than 5 minutes to make myself presentable.
“What are you doing?” I furrow my eyebrows at Alana’s weirdness.
“Looking for the thing you seem to be attached at the hip to nowadays.” She hisses and then lowers herself to look under a dresser and looking pleased not to see her nemesis.
Meanwhile, I burst out laughing and decide that taking a shower trumps getting all dolled up. As a werewolf, you learn that when in doubt about things like this, it’s best to be clean. Literally. Because no matter the amount of mak
