My wolf woke me no more than five hours later.

Against my will, I shoved from the bed and fumbled for my grandmother’s diary.

If this wolf knew what was in here, I wish she would just tell me. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. My body begged for more sleep, but she wasn’t having it.

She pushed and shoved until my body felt alive.

The diary felt heavy in my hands. I sat back in the bed. Mason shifted next to me and peeked one eye open. “You weren’t kidding?” ...