Willow.
I woke up to heat. Not just warmth and not just the lazy hug of rising morning sun but HEAT that is the thick and sticky kind that clung to my skin like a second layer curling damp strands of hair against my forehead and neck.
My body was slick with sweat and I mean every inch of it. It took me a moment to remember where I was because the wooden slats beneath my back reminding me slowly like puzzle pieces slotting into place one by one. The freaking sauna.
I blinked and wiped a hand across my face then groaned as the wave of throbbing dehydration hit me behind the eyes. My throat was dry and my mouth tasted like heat and regret and the sharp tang of werewolf wine still lingered in the air like a guilt ridden freakkk.
The bottle sat on the small ledge beside me nearly empty
