Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special)
"Good morning, Sir Drake," Daisy's voice cracked, a stark contrast to her usual tone.
I turned to face her, and my gaze met her red, puffy eyes - a testament to a sleepless night spent crying. Despite her evident distress, she was impeccably dressed for lecture. I passed her without a word.
Daisy POV
As I settled onto the black couch, I decided to dial Ruby's number, hoping she had made a mistake or was having second thoughts. But the call wouldn't go through. Our friendship wasn't built on phone calls; I needed to hear it from Ruby's lips to finally move on.
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