Chapter 37

Ismena woke the next morning feeling physically better than she had in a long time. Until the events of the night before—or is it early morning?—crashed through her.

"OH MAH GAWD!!" The shout tore from her before her hand automatically slapped at her mouth. Her eyes widened.

She'd made out with Wolfariane. Wait, that is NOT a make-out. Whatever it is, it is not a make-out.

In the bathroom, as she brushed her teeth, her head wouldn't stop thinking about it.

A make-out is never that good. She can call it oral séx—which it is—but oral séx is never that good either. Hell, séx as a whole is NEVER that good.

Unbiddenly, she remembered what he told her the day before about mates under the full moon.

"It's séx, but more." He'd said.

What did he do to me?

Naked, Ismena faced the bathroom wall mirror, her cheeks as red as tomato sauce. And even got redder when she noticed his dried semen on her belly and thigh. A reminder of the wild night she had on the balcony, in his arms.

How did that hap