Greta's POV
I woke up to a voice calling me to get ready. It wasn’t the annoying voice of my brother or the deep and sensual voice of Tristan. No, it was a feminine voice. The voice of a sweet, older, and desperate woman urged me to continue my journey. At the mention of that, my eyes opened instantly, and the memories of the last two days filled my mind.
I had turned eighteen and an hour before that, a woman’s voice came to me. She wasn’t my wolf, no. No, she called herself Sumæra. Our wolves have no names, they are a part of us, and our names are the wolves' names. No matter which forms we are in, the name stays the same. So, me and my wolf would always be called Greta.
I rolled off of bed and stretched, yawning. I was always an early riser, but right now, with Sumæra in my head, I co
