Juliette's Point of View
I woke to a pounding headache.
The light streaming through the curtains felt like daggers stabbing directly into my skull. My mouth was dry as parchment. My stomach churned unpleasantly.
This was why I didn't drink.
I groaned and pressed my face into the pillow, trying to escape the brutal morning light.
As I lay there, willing the pain to subside, I noticed something strange.
A scent lingered in the air. Faint but distinct. Something musky and warm that I couldn't quite identify.
My wolf stirred inside me, suddenly alert.
What is that smell? she demanded. It's... it's...
She couldn't finish the sentence. Instead, a wave of heat rolled through my body, settling low in my belly.
Mate, my wolf whined. I want mate. I need mate. Why won't he claim us? Why doe
