Imogen's POVLife in the were-world was boring. It wasn't the kind of life I used to live. I would often stay indoors. Nowhere to go, no one to talk to, no one to laugh at. This room itself was already becoming an ennui.Moira had promised me that she would come the next day, but it seemed I had overestimated her. She didn't even hit the road, nor did she even get to the pack. That alone had made me worried about myself. Brax? Ever since the incident, he didn't speak to me nor argue like he used to. And now the place was feeling really heavy.A soft knock landed on the door. I turned my head, instantly closing the book in my hands. With a deep, shallow breath, I said, "Come in."My voice dragged slightly. I rested my back against the pillow. My gaze fixated on the doorknob. The bed had really been my good friend lately; I hoped I wouldn't lose it.The door swung open, and the one person I hadn't expected came in. Moira. She stood there, her chest going up and down with a small smile a
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