Morning arrived with pale winter sunlight and a splitting headache.
Evie woke slowly, disoriented. Her body ached everywhere.
The borrowed clothes were twisted uncomfortably. And for one blissful moment, she couldn't remember why everything felt wrong.
Then it crashed back.
Werewolves.
She sat up too fast, immediately regretting it as her ribs screamed protest. The room spun. Her hand went to her forehead, finding the plaster still there, the injury beneath it throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
Last night had been real.
Nate had shifted into a wolf in front of her. Had told her she was his mate. Had looked at her like she was the answer to every question he'd never dared to ask.
And she'd sent him away because she didn't know what else to do.
A soft knock interrupted her spira
