Lily's pov.
The night breeze wafts past the silk window curtains, fresh and clean.
I pull the duvet cover tightly around my body and throw it off again.
One minute it is humid and the next minute I am shivering from the cold. The pack house is quiet except for the chirping of crickets and nighttime insects. Feeling antsy I rip the bed covers off my shivering body and rise to my feet. The walls have a shadowy look from the candles lit on the table. The only source of light giving the room an eerie look. Lily contemplated crawling back into bed and fidgeting till day break or taking a walk to clear her head.
I rise and walk to the window side. I wondered who had this room before me . The little cushion by the window was so comfortable and cushy it was made for someone who enjoyed gaz
