It feels like I haven’t slept a wink. Though I know I have. I know I spent most of the night dreaming about him.About what we did.About me not saying no. Not stopping it.About us actually fucking, as if I even understand how that would even feel.When I wake up, I’m covered in sweat, and it’s got nothing to do with the heat of the room. I throw the covers off, take a long, cold shower, and pull on the only available clothing I have.I’m starving.Somewhere in this damn place is the actual Packhouse and I sneak out into the corridor, relieved to see that the guards are gone, and I make my way through the Residence, hoping I don’t bump into anyone, hoping particularly, that I don’t bump into him because I know what will happen if I do. How my body will respond.I follow the corridors, led along more by the smell than anything else and thankfully end up in the main pack room. For a second I take it in. The hundreds of Wolves. The way they’re all just hanging out, lounging, eating thei
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