Sofia’s POV

Waking up in a biker clubhouse after discovering you’re a werewolf was apparently going to be my new normal, which honestly said a lot about how dramatically my life had gone off the rails in the span of a week.

The morning light filtering through the dusty windows of Kane’s private quarters felt both reassuring and surreal. Calla was still asleep on the other couch, curled up in a way that made her look younger than her twenty-seven years. She’d insisted on staying with me ...