I stepped out of the bathroom and froze when I saw a mug on the nightstand with

an assortment of sweeteners. It wasn't there earlier when I first walked into this

room. I glanced in the mug, and it was tea.

I put some sugar in the tea, knowing Spencer must have put it in here for me. He

was thoughtful, and it warmed my heart knowing I had a friend like him in my

corner.

As I sipped the tea, I walked towards the window. My eyes traveled to where the

Redcliff pack was... or at least the direction of the pack. We were about 10 miles

away, so I couldn't see it, but there was still a strange pull towards it.

Maybe I was just tired... actually... I was getting really tired. I took another long

sip of the tea and let out a yawn. My eyes were drooping to a point where keeping

them open was an impossible task.

My wolf clawed inside me, sensing something was seriously wrong. She howled

desperately, wanting to get back to the pack.

Then, something in the far distance caught my eye; I frowned.

Was that a fire?

My eyes scanned the surroundings; the fire was quite a distance away, but that

wasn't what caught my attention. My eyes found another pair of eyes, staring at

me in the forest, and a bone-chilling feeling crept up my spine.

A rogue?

drowsy I was suddenly

I took a step backward, and my breathing started to

wrong... both my wolf and I

own

almost too much.

fell to the ground, the mug slipping from my fingers and crashing to the ground.

bedroom door, and I knew it was

he opened the door; I couldn't open my mouth to

it weighed a hundred pounds,

my hazy eyes and

indifference. My brows furrowed.

he see what was happening

he going to

at me; he bent down to me, his

tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch lingered on my cheek for

wrong and tainted; I tried to wiggle away from him,

body. I was completely

everything I had

consciousness. But even

weakening state of

fight

wolf's desperation to

me out of this situation.

still shift; at

months pregnant, eam.

be able to get

she

our

worried her. I could feel

and my heart

against my ribcage.

me again, his fingers tracing my

he whispered. "Soon,

Montague."

fuck he was talking about; his grin

a lot of

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