Eighty-seven:
November Wilkins
November couldn’t sleep. After talking with Larissa and convincing her to help out, they had nothing to do but wait for Larissa to do what she needed. And that made November sit up, only able to think of the one thing that she needed to do to make herself strong to help out her pack. November got up from her bed, she opened the door, and she found herself pacing in front of Noel’s room. Anxious, and needy with a kind of want that she had never felt before. At least, not to the point that it was making her miserable.
November went to knock on the door, but before she did, Noel opened it. “You’re loud,” he said flatly, “and there’s something else…”
November blushed. “You knowing everything I feel is probably one of the most annoying things about having
