MIDWINTER MATE
; I was just a wolf in motion.
Then, the music cut. The lights went into a frantic, blinding strobe. The dance floor descended into the "Midnight Ritual"—a tradition where the lights stayed low for three minutes of anonymous indulgence.
Through a flash of a strobe light, I thought I saw a tall silhouette—Andrew—leaning over Serena. I thought I saw her reaching up on her tiptoes to meet him.
The lights went black.
A wave of nausea and grief washed over me. I stood there, paralyzed in the dark, surrounded by the sounds of a hundred people losing themselves.
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