ARIA
Just a few hours in the pack house, I felt my life was in order once more.
I groaned, stretching as I came awake for the third time today. Rising from the bed, my eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. It was noon, and the sun was slowly coming out. It'd be nice to take a walk around the pack house, although I wasn't ready to be overwhelmed by the members looking at me and asking questions.
Yet, I doubted any of them cared. Many barely knew me when I was here. The only reason I was even known to some was my red hair and, well, my rivalry with Sophia.
Yeah, that made them hate me, too.
A soft knock on the door snapped my attention to it.
It opened before I could usher whoever it was in. I was expecting Atlas because he said he'd be returning soon. He had a business to handle in the prison. But instead of him, Sophia stood there, arms folded, eyes narrowed.
