When Viola woke up the next morning, it was with tormenting neck and back pain because she had slept off on the piano bench, her head resting against the closed piano cover. Though she had slept a little, it didn't feel like she had slept at all, and she still felt unrested. She groaned as she rubbed her neck and stretched her head back and forth to get rid of the aches, but it only seemed to make it worse.
She had sat there last night waiting for Zoe's dog, but Zoe had texted her, saying the Alpha had taken the dog.
The Alpha?
She had wondered in disappointment. What would he do with a dog and why would he take it at a time she needed the creature?
Knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep, she had tried to use her new phone. Unfortunately, she was no longer used to scrolling through werewolf social media, especially when everything there showed people she didn't want to see, people who had once tortured her, doing well and living happily.
