Loretta's POV
I lie in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs as I stare up at the ceiling. Jeremy’s warm body is still next to me, but I don’t feel the usual comfort that follows after we’ve been together. I’m too busy thinking, planning, and wondering how much longer all these things going around the pack house would last.
Jeremy shifts beside me, his breath slow and steady, but I can tell he’s still awake. I thought he dozed off after we made love to each other; he had sneaked into my room and hushed me to keep quiet, muttering he missed me so bad and wanted to be inside of me more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. The feeling I had experienced was out of this world.
He turns toward me, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face.
“Loretta,” he says
