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 was

I took a step backward, and my

was wrong... both my wolf and

I couldn't stand on my own two

almost too much.

the ground, the mug slipping from my fingers and

bedroom door, and I knew it was

flooded me when he opened the door; I couldn't

weighed a hundred pounds,

hazy eyes and stared back at me with a

indifference. My brows furrowed.

see what

he going to

me; he bent down to me, his

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

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

my body. I

everything

consciousness. But

feel the weakening state of

the fight

desperation

me out

still shift; at least until I'm

months pregnant,

be able to get

but she was also

our pup

worried her. I could

my heart was

against my ribcage.

reached his hand out to me again,

fucking beautiful," he whispered. "Soon, you're going to be mine,

Montague."

him what the fuck he was talking

a lot of work to

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