Sofia’s POV
Just three days after my unexpected dive into the world of the supernatural, I was starting to grasp why Calla always seemed so tired. There was a mountain of information to learn about werewolf life—everything from pack rules and territories to the differences between rogues and lone wolves, as well as the complex relationships among various groups.
It felt like trying to learn an entirely new language while dealing with a body that occasionally wanted to grow fur and fangs.
“You’re overthinking it,” Luna said, sitting next to me on the training mat. “I can practically hear your brain working too hard.”
We were in a large, converted warehouse that served as our training space. It had soft flooring, punching bags, and enough room for werewolves to practice fighting in both
