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Monday dragged like walking through molasses. I kept checking the clock, wishing I could fast‑forward straight to Tuesday. I’d turned down Iris’s idea of checking the pack library, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to go. Honestly, going there with her right after the picnic had sounded way too tempting.
I’d been buzzed the whole time. Iris had shown up in a sundress, bare shoulders, freckles standing out on her cheeks from the blush creeping up her face. She looked… incredible.
My wolf had been clawing at the inside of my mind, demanding I claim her.
I told her I could control myself. And I could. Mostly. But with her standing that close, smelling like rain and something sweet, I was pushing the limits of my restraint.
Even though the Blight was a serious issue, my mind ke
