Evelyn
When I wake up the next morning, my naked body tangled with Alexander’s as he snores softly, his sore arm still tied to his torso, part of me feels more at home than I ever felt with the Bloodstone Pack.
Another part of me whispers that this is the perfect time to flee.
Alexander is the only one who can physically stop me from escaping, and he’s sleeping so heavily he’s practically unconscious. Even if he woke up, he’d probably be in too much pain to stop me.
While I play with what kind of werewolf it would make me to use the injured state of the person who just saved my life to my advantage, I quietly crawl out of bed and put away the clothes we threw about in our hurry to get naked last night.
Being a target for the werewolf rebels definitely puts a wrench in my plans. I prob
