Chapter 11

Saph POV

The sounds of birds chirping and squirrels rustling between trees stir me out of the weirdest dream. I was dancing with a clown, the sexiest clown…if that’s even a thing. My head is pounding, my skin feels itchy, and when I peel my eyes open, they are heavy with sleep and crusty in the corners from dirt. The bright rays of the early morning sunrise slice into my eyes, making me flinch them close once again.

Too early.

I stretch my arms and legs out wide, like a human starfish, and feel the rough grass scratch against my skin. That explains the itchy feeling. Too nervous to open my eyes again, I feel for my wolf in the back of my mind. I can sense her sleeping, but our connection is weak at the moment. Doesn’t surprise me, given the cocktail I made myself last night. No regrets.

I don’t even remember the full moon last night, which is exactly what I wanted. Full moons are just too painful to face sober right now. I’m happy to relive the vivid dreams of me