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The bus starts heading out of the city, leaving the weekend behind as just another memory. I force a grin onto my face and join in the banter flying between the guys. Most of them are nursing hangovers, groaning dramatically at every bump in the road. The sound grates against my nerves, each laugh a reminder that I should be feeling something other than this hollow ache.
"I swear to god, if I ever see another tequila shot again, I'm going to hurl," Killian moans from the back.
"That's what you said last time," someone shouts, triggering a round of laughter.
I'm trying to use them as a distraction to forget about my little wolf. But as the distance between me and the city grows, so does the emptiness in my chest. It's a physical pain now, a void expanding with each mile marker
