*~ Young Lilith's POV*~
The night came faster than I had expected, and honestly, it left me unsettled. I hadn't done anything worthwhile all day. I spent most of the hours wandering the house, pretending to help my mother with chores while my mind chased itself in circles.
I hadn't gone to the Wolf Academy, and I hadn't seen Marcus either. In truth, I was avoiding him. News of my premature awakening must have already spread, and I didn't know how I'd face him. What would I say? What would he think? My chest tightened every time I imagined the look in his eyes. So I hid away, keeping myself busy with meaningless little tasks, trying to silence the storm inside me.
When night fell, I tried to act normal. My mother was still hovering around me, suspicious as ever, her sharp eyes searching my face for answers. She knew my father had said something to me, and nothing ever passed her nose without a sniff.
