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The alarm blared at 4:30 AM, jolting me from a fitful sleep. I silenced it quickly, not wanting to wake Karen in the next room. She hated early mornings and would make her displeasure known for days if disturbed. I slipped out of bed, my bare feet meeting the cold, uneven floorboards that Thomas had promised to fix three summers ago. Lyra, my wolf, remained quiet as she always did in the mornings. Sometimes I wondered if she slept more deeply than I did, or if she simply had nothing to say about our daily routine of sacrifice and service. "Another day," I whispered to myself, pulling on my worn jeans and faded sweater. The