Bella’s POV
It's a new day as a cleaner and still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. The mop handle dug into my blistered palm as I wrung it one more time into the rusty bucket. My back screamed.
My feet burned. The stench of bleach mixed with old food and something I didn’t even want to identify clung to my clothes like a second skin. Another day. Another shift that felt like punishment.
“Girl, you missed a spot under table six,” my supervisor barked from across the room.
“I got it,” I muttered, forcing my body toward the shadowy corner of the cafeteria.
The mop sloshed loudly in the puddle, it was the only sound aside from the faint hum of the dishwasher in the kitchen. My hands were trembling again. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and my wolf—though suppressed in this foreign human town—whined low inside me.
A voice near the door made me stiffen.
“That girl’s weird. Doesn’t even talk. She just shows up, works like a mule, and disappears.”
“I heard she sleeps i
