AZALEA'S POV
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The steady rhythm of Corbin's heart beats below my ear as I lay on his chest, the duvet draped over us messily. Heat brews between our cold skin, my eyes still feeling heavy with sleep. He leisurely drags his fingers across my shoulder blades. "I was thinking..." He murmurs, his voice as soft as the wind blowing through the window, causing the white curtains to curve in all directions. The sun comes and goes as the material folds, blocking some of the soft glow of the early morning sun.
Humming in response, I shift my head upward, glancing at him. The morning glow streaming in through the window has his skin glistening. "We should throw Lyra a party." His smile is lazy as his hand brushes over my hair. "For?" I ask, confused. It isn't her birthday. "For getting her wolf
