Chapter 43
Laila I woke up slightly disoriented, taking in my surroundings. Right—I'm at the pack house. With werewolves. It’s been almost a month now, but it still feels strange to say that out loud. I stretched like a cat and lazily looked around the room. Empty, as usual. James was probably at training or off on another mission. I’d find out soon. My gaze drifted to the ceiling as my thoughts wandered to yesterday’s forest walk with James—and later, his wolf. His fur had been unbelievably soft. I couldn’t help but wrap myself around him, burying my nose into that thick, woolly coat. He had that wild, animalistic scent, but I didn’t mind it. I smiled softly at the memory. Still, it felt surreal. I lived among werewolves now. Most of the time, they acted so human I could almost forget. But whe
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