Artemisia

I walk through my new apartment, looking into the other rooms. There is a small kitchen, a large bedroom with a king-sized bed and large windows, leading onto a terrace, as well as a gorgeous bathroom, walk-in closet, and small library.

The happiness I feel while checking my own space out is unreal. Although, I can’t help but feel bad for not being more scared about the consequences I’ll face for hiding my dormant wolf, being afraid of my supposedly brutish mates, and not ...