CHAPTER 45: The Visitor
“What the f**k, Zane?”
Selene’s voice cut through the room so sharply that Zane almost jumped out of his skin. Zane stood frozen like a child caught stealing meat from the pot.
“S–Selene, I can explain.”
“No, explain right now,” she snapped. “What the actual f**k were you doing sleeping in my bed? My bed, Zane! Have you lost your damn mind?”
He swallowed hard and his face turned red, then pale and then red again.
“It’s not... I mean I wasn’t... I didn’t do anything weird, I swear. I just...”
“Zane!” Selene yelled, stepping closer and sniffing the air sharply. Her wolf sense picked up every scent and every detail. “You smell like my pillows. Why do you smell like my pillows?! What were you doing in there? Tell me the truth and don’t be a creep about it!”
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