Lucia slammed her front door shut and kicked off her shoes with unnecessary force. "If another sixteen-year-old tries to buy alcohol, I'll lose it" she mocked in a high-pitched, whiny voice, throwing her jacket onto the couch. She let out a small groan and let herself fall onto her bed. "I'm so done with today." she mumbled into her pillow. With the last bit of energy, she reached for her phone to set an alarm and scroll, but then a notification caught her eye. "It's a match!" and also a message. "A wolf? Why on earth would a wolf match with me?" she thought to herself, confused.