Emily's pov
Of course, dead at night, while it's cold and the lone wolves howl, a tapping sound breaks on my window.
I had a feeling he wouldn't let up easily.
If I knew one thing about Bryce, it would be that he couldn't stay not a second without seeing me or hearing my voice before he slept off.
He probably couldn't sleep again too.
I move off my bed, my bare feet padding against the cold tiles as I trace over to the window.
I open it, not sure if to smile or scold.
We can get into trouble with his dad. The entire pack too.
But Bryson clearly didn't care about the consequences and neither did I.
Bryson appears out of the bushes, in nothing but some loose sweats, upper half free of any shirt. But had the shirt clutched in his hand.
He's packed with muscle, toned sexy muscles.
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