Melanie's POV
Trista must have been having too much fun with Camille because she didn't text me all weekend.
The mating bond gave a soft tug at the back of my neck, then went quiet again—that wasn't a response from Archer, just my own instinct running on empty.
I suppressed the ache and went into the office on Monday as usual.
Just before quitting time, Gillian called and asked to treat me to dinner.
I said yes. She always manages to make me forget the painful night I was shredded on the full moon.
The restaurant lights were warm, and the glass walls were fogged up. Midway through dinner, I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup. Coming out, I ran straight into Dwight.
He was standing under the hallway lamp, his scent cleanly contained, his Alpha aura hidden beneath his skin.
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