Kerris POV
The dull ache lingering between my thighs is a constant reminder of what I did on Christmas eve. It's boxing day, though the Pack's Chemist will be open. That means I have to be at work this morning.
I pick up my cellphone as I climb out of the bed in the morning. The number from last night stare back at me when I open the call log. Another reminder of the Christmas eve saga.
I can't believe the Matron called me. How the hell did she even get my number? The only mandatory information they required were first name and pack. That is enough information to track anyone, but not on such short notice.
I toss the phone back on the bed and hit the bathroom, resolving not to think or worry about the Flower Den anymore. The Matron can't reach me now. Her number is block, and I'll ju
