Eighteen

Brielle let out a deep breath as she stretched out her limbs. She rolled onto her side and admired the view from the floor-to-ceiling window in her room. The sun was shining bright, without a cloud in the sky.

She smiled faintly as she wrapped herself deeper into her duvet, she had loved waking up to this scene the last few mornings. Oh and this bed, she thought as she sunk deeper into the mattress.

She felt on cloud nine, at least for a moment, before she suddenly shot up in horror. Today was the day. The day it all really began. “Crap.” She muttered, as she shuffled to the edge of the bed.

She let out a loud yawn as she scratched the side of her head, before shuffling to her en-suite. “You ready, O?” She questioned as she warily gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Ocean snorted confidently. “Please, I was born ready.” Now this was her confident Alpha wolf, Brielle had been questioning whether Ocean had turned soft lately, but her wolf’s words put a grin on her