Lesley’s POV
“Good morning sunshine!” Ryder, the cute Third, greeted me--- and I finally understood how Cedrick felt on Sunday mornings!
“Mornin’, Sensai,” I muttered, hauling my ass to the training arena. I had barely got out of bed this morning when my alarm went off. My head was pounding and I felt sick to the core. Even my wolf was whimpering at every movement my body made. I crawled out of bed, into the bathroom, and threw my insides in the toilet.
Wait just a second, I gruffly muttered to myself. I know what this is! But why? How? How did I wake up with a hangover? I didn’t drink any alcohol last night.
My wolf had no explanations either--- unless we’d been drugged. But there was no one else in the house last night. Except…
I frowned as I tried to think, with my clogged-up brain
