Lola’s POV

The rest of the week passed faster than I wanted.

By Thursday afternoon, Evelyn was already at my door, arms crossed and eyes shining like she had a secret.

“You,” she said, stepping into my room before I could even greet her, “are coming with me.”

I blinked. “Where?”

“To get outfits,” she said, like it was obvious. “The wolf pack hunting competition is tomorrow night. Morgan’s competing, right? You can’t show up looking like you just rolled out of bed.”

I ...