Rebecca
I was finally asleep after what had been an excruciatingly long and dangerous night. Barely.
I had dozed off in the early hours of the morning, slipping into the depths of much-needed oblivion, only for my sweet, blissful rest to be shattered by a sound that ripped me from my fragile slumber.
No. I was exaggerating. It wasn’t that bad.
But given the little sleep I’d managed to steal, it might as well have been the wail of a banshee. Worse than that cursed alarm you set three hours before an exam after a desperate night of revision.
I groaned, pressing my face deeper into the pillow. “Sel, since when do you snore like that?” I grumbled accusingly at my wolf.
Offended, Selena huffed. Don’t be ridiculous. Someone is knocking on the door. And for the record, I do not snore. Unli
