Olivia
I rolled over in bed with a heavy sigh. Despite the warm sun streaming in through the window and the sound of the birds chirping outside, I was feeling incredibly apathetic and lethargic that day.
“I hate this,” I whispered, tossing aside the paperback novel I had been attempting to read with no luck. It thudded onto the end of the bed, the beautiful man and woman on its curled cover staring up at me almost judgmentally.
Normally, I loved trashy romance novels like that one; but today, the idea of reading anything almost churned my stomach.
“Just another week,” my wolf reminded me for what felt like the millionth time.
I let out a small scoff and pushed myself up to a seated position, where I leaned my head back against the wooden headboard and turned to gaze lo
