Sofia’s POV
Waking up in a biker clubhouse after discovering you’re a werewolf was apparently going to be my new normal, which honestly said a lot about how dramatically my life had gone off the rails in the span of a week.
The morning light filtering through the dusty windows of Kane’s private quarters felt both reassuring and surreal. Calla was still asleep on the other couch, curled up in a way that made her look younger than her twenty-seven years. She’d insisted on staying with me all night, probably worried I’d have some kind of supernatural breakdown if left alone.
She wasn’t entirely wrong to worry.
I sat up carefully, testing my body for any lingering effects from what Doc had called my “first shift.” Everything felt normal—no pain, no exhaustion, just the usual stiffness from
