Twin Sister With a Secret Wolf Inside: Morning Chaos

Waking up early on a Saturday should literally be illegal, right? Especially when you’ve got a twin brother who seems to think it’s hilarious to play the human alarm clock. I was deep in dreamland, curled up and living my best blanket burrito life, when suddenly Jake shows up at my bedside. “Rise and shine!” he’s all chipper, and I’m just—nope. Not today.

Obviously, I hit him with the classic: five more minutes, go away. Does he listen? Not a chance. Next thing I know, he’s yanking away my covers (rude), and then—out of nowhere—a cold tidal wave hits. He dumped water on me. Real twin-of-the-year energy.

And honestly, that’s when Akira, my inner wolf, decided she’d had enough. One second I’m groggy, the next I’m wide awake, teeth bared (okay maybe just metaphorically... or maybe not). There’s this rush—like something wild sparking inside me—and suddenly, I’m up and after him and he’s squealing down the hall. You don’t just soak your twin and walk away, Jake. That’s not how this pack plays.

Caught him in the living room, right as Mom peeked in like she’d seen this show a thousand times. Which, let’s be real, she has. Some siblings battle it out with words or video games. Us? We chase, we wrestle, and sometimes, a shadow on the wall looks a little more wolf than girl.

Twins are chaos. Especially when one of them has a little wolf inside.