CHAPTER 8
HANNAH~
I stay on the bed longer than I should after Colton’s little hallway confession about Sienna.
Exception? I honestly didn’t know what to do with that information. The word sits in my chest like a stone I can’t spit out.
Eventually I force myself up, roll my shoulders, and decide the only way to shut my brain up is to move.
My legs still feel heavy, but the restlessness is worse. I lock the bedroom door, twist the deadbolt twice just to be sure, and stand in the middle of the small room. The floor is cool under my bare feet. I roll my neck, stretch my arms over my head until my spine pops, then I drop into a few slow squats just to get my blood moving. It helps a little. Not enough.
My wolf has been quiet since three in the morning, and that silence is starting to fee
