-Adrian-
The sun is rising, although I had pulled the drapes to keep the light out. A thin line of sunshine peeks through the gap, harsh and unwelcome. I've never hated mornings so f*****g much in my life. Now I have to leave my little wolf. It's the last time I will ever see her.
I remember the conversation we had before she fell asleep, each word now a knife twisting in my gut.
"Tell me your name, show me your face. Please," she whispered, her voice small and vulnerable.
I didn't answer her, only kissed her deeply, full of regret and longing, and pulled her tighter against me. My tongue swept against hers, trying to memorize her taste—sweet and addictive like a drug I never knew I needed until now. The taste of her will haunt me for years to come.
"Go to sleep, little wolf," I murmu
