The intense pressure against my bladder woke me from a very deep sleep. I turned onto my back staring up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to clear my eyes. I felt disoriented. This was not my room. The ceiling I was staring at did not slope the way mine did. The decor was different too. I knew I was in my pack house, but this particular room was familiar somehow. I frowned in concentration, my mind still fuzzy with sleep. Of course! I was in Kane's room. But what was I doing here?
I shifted a little and winced. I felt sore and stiff all over. The shoulder I had been lying on when I woke felt numb too, an indication that I had not moved when I fell asleep.
My eyes flew open as I remembered everything that had happened. Groaning, I put my hands up to cover my face. My resolve not to let K
