Dahlia POV.“Wakey, wakey hooman.” I groan, clutching the pillow tighter over my head. The one thing I hate is being woken up in the mornings, especially when I’m hungover to death. I only wish that Celeste, my wolf, would get the damn memo.“Celeste, shut the fuck up!” I moan as she chuckles in my head. Damn wolf!“Na ah, no can do princess, get your ass up. Today’s the day, we will find him. Our mate.” if I didn’t already have a banging headache, I would certainly have one now. She is bouncing on her paws, letting out excited yips and playful barks. “No, we won’t. Or have you forgotten? We don’t have one.” I snap at her as I roll over, pulling the quilt higher, when my hand brushes against something cold. She whimpers.“Of course we do. Now we are 21, we will find him. Now, up, up, up shower, shit, brush your teeth and, for fuck’s sake, brush your hair.” I crack my eyes open and remove the quilt. I chuckle, still a little bit drunk, as I find the empty bottle of wolf’s brew.Today
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