~Rina's POV~
The dorm room was quiet, except for the rustling of pages as I flipped through my textbook. I was trying to focus on my reading, but it was impossible with Amelia sitting on the bed across from me, chatting away like she was narrating her own life story. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate her trying to be friendly—it was just... exhausting.
Amelia was a whirlwind of energy, her voice bouncing from one topic to the next without giving me a moment to respond, not that I could respond easily anyway. She’d been my roommate for about a week now, and in that time, I’d learned more about her than I probably knew about myself. She had a knack for talking, filling every silence with her thoughts, which was the exact opposite of what I was used to.
Syl, my wolf, was half-listening,
