Opal's POV
The sun had barely begun to rise when her door slammed open.
Opal groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow.
"Ash, if you're here to yell at me again, I swear—"
"You're getting up," Ash said, his voice sharp, all business.
Opal cracked one eye open, her vision still blurry from sleep. Her older brother stood looming in the doorway, arms crossed, silver eyes steely with determination.
She knew that look.
It was the I've-made-up-my-mind-and-there's-no-arguing-about-it look.
She hated that look.
Opal groaned again and rolled onto her back.
"Can't this wait until I've had at least three cups of coffee?"
Ash ignored her. "We're leaving in an hour."
That got her attention.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, her brows furrowing. "Leaving? Where the hell are we going?"
Ash exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was already mentally preparing for an argument.
"To different packs. Different places. We're going to see if you can find your mate."
