Danika’s P.O.V

Lips in a thin line, heart racing in profuse shame, I slowly opened the door a bit wider to let her in.

How could I say no to such hopeful eyes?

“Good morning, Mila,” I greeted her. That was the first thing that left my lips before my racing heart took over again.

What was she going to tell me? I thought. Now that she was inside and her eyes took a proper look at my body, her smile grew even broader, bringing an unsettling feeling to the pit of my stomach.

“I wanted to ask if you’re settling in properly with the pack,” she began, “but I’ll...