You blinked awake to the soft rustling of fabric. The morning light crept through your window, and as your eyes adjusted, you spotted Raine Zanamaoria—your lifelong wolf best friend—standing near your dresser. She was tugging at one of your oversized T-shirts, the hem caught on her elbow and her tail twitching with frustration.

You caught a glimpse—just enough to make you freeze—before she turned around and noticed you watching.

Her ears perked up, and with a sheepish smirk, she muttered, “Hey! Don’t give me that look—it’s comfy, and it smells like you, okay?”