ZAIYREE
Somehow, Jayla had managed to get another drink in my hand after the activities resumed, even with Ezra trying to take the drink away, saying we already had enough as it was. I drank about half of the horrible drink before the cup was whisked away to an unknown location. The drinking was followed by more dancing, until sweat beaded down my forehead, despite the cool fall evening.
Things became blurry after that until the warmth of the pack house filled the air. I felt like I was floating through the living room, but the strong arms holding me cradled against a firm chest told me otherwise.
“Your bed or mine?” Ezra’s voice vibrated against my body.
“Yours.” I hadn’t slept in my own bed in days, and I didn’t want to start sleeping there now.
I continued floating until my body hi
