I didn't sleep that night.
Not because I couldn't—Christian's arms around me should have been enough to drag me under. But something was different. There was this constant hum at the back of my mind, like someone had turned up the volume on a frequency I'd never noticed before.
It felt like the pack.
By the time the sun came up, I was hyper-aware of everything. Christian's lingering worry about my emotional state was a warm knot in my chest. Marcus's concern from his morning patrol hit me like a wave from miles away at the pack house. Connor's frustration with a delayed shipment at Knight Industries felt almost like my irritation.
I sat up slowly, and Christian's arms tightened around me.
"You're awake," he said, his voice rough with sleep. "I can feel you thinking."
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