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?

how drowsy I

pick up. I took a step backward,

wrong... both my wolf and I

couldn't stand on my own two feet

almost too much.

from my fingers and crashing to

footsteps outside the bedroom door,

he opened the door; I couldn't open

like it weighed a hundred pounds, and

hazy eyes and stared back at

indifference. My brows furrowed.

he see what was

he going

stared at me; he

behind my ear. His touch lingered on

His touch felt wrong and tainted; I tried to wiggle away from him, but

body. I was

everything I had

keep consciousness. But

feel the weakening

fight leaving

wolf's desperation to

get me out

at least until

months pregnant,

to

but she was also

keeping our

worried her. I could

my heart

against my ribcage.

out to me again, his fingers tracing my

he whispered. "Soon, you're

Montague."

fuck he was talking about;

lot of work to

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