After Kiran’s tense, impromptu, late-night drop-in, Walker found himself too amped up to sleep. If it had been bad in the weeks before, it was far worse now. He was plagued with jumbled, incessant thoughts and a sense of foreboding that he just couldn’t shift.
Like he had a sharp stone lodged in his chest.
He even tried meditating the way Alice had shown him when they’d first moved in together and she’d realized how terribly he slept. It was a kind offer, at first. One he’d refused because he didn’t think it was for him; the wolf was rarely still for long.
After a few months of being woken up in the middle of the night with his tossing and turning, she’d demanded that he learn or she’d make him sleep in the guest room forevermore. She’d been so adorably grumpy with her blonde, pixie-cu
