I tossed and turned, staring up at the ceiling as the pale glow of the moon spilled across my room. The sheets clung damply to my skin. My body was exhausted, yet my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images clawed their way back Raymonds mouth on the beautiful shewolf’s neck, her smirk, his indifference, the way he never once looked my way.I pressed a pillow over my head and groaned quietly, trying to drown out the thoughts, the heat, the ache. But it was useless. The air felt thick with his scent, even here.“I need to stop thinking about him,” I muttered, though the words held no strength. I turned to the side, forcing myself to breathe slowly, pretending I could still the storm building inside me.Just when I felt the edges of sleep finally creeping in, a soft sound made my eyes snap open. The faint click of a door.My heart jumped.“Mackline?” I whispered, half-annoyed, half-relieved. I turned over quickly, sitting up on the bed. “Mackline, it’s late. I
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