a

body, its weight a suffocating presence. The memories from before I lost consciousness were like scattered beads from a broken string, until the faint clink

feral rogue wolf was charging at me, its jaws snapping. A young Ethan jumped in

rm mingled with the sharp perfume of crushed cedarwood. Then a physical surge, my blood turning to boiling liquid in my veins, my heart a trapped bird hammering against its cage of ribs. A profound sense of peace washed over my wa

s wide, and stuttered, "

dream. I woke up with a gasp. It w

It is too late. I am dropping Tiffan

yped: Did you get the cake? I stared at the words for a

nd cold tears slipp

I was covered in thick blankets. He must hav

standing by the stove, cooking eggs. On the center o

pine-scented aura meant to soothe and comfort an Omega. "Morning," he smiled, using a teas

oked at the cake. He had remembered after all. I felt a tiny, pat

ay. He hit me hard enough to le

and back, staring at the red skin. "I woke up early to buy that for

of hope tu

ge refrigerator, "there is a nutrient poti

d up the glass bottle. The moment I unsealed

hat can severely harm a werewolf. It

otion for me. It was contaminated with traces of silver and wolfsbane. I drank it. My inner wolf

, my voice completely flat. "Do you reme

ping an egg. "Wh

contains si

e memory threatened to surface. But then he blinked, and the artificial fog of Tiffany's lingering scent-a cheap mimicry of m

g potion from the supply closet. I grabbed whatever was on the counter. You

ost killed me onc

nge, peaceful silence filled my heart. The last

side, my wolf began to stir-no