Michael
Sleep evaded me. My whole body ached and my eyes were scratchy and dry. Lip had been a nightmare to get home, throwing up every other mile or so. Ems had taken over the role of rubbing his back as Greg snored loudly beside me.
Staring up to the ceiling I replayed last night’s events. The kiss with Zeke, mistaking someone for Cam, the revelation that my friends were actually out to get me and then, to top it all off, Zeke had found his mate.
The last straw was when Tom left a message saying he had to go back to his pack, some sort of emergency. I didn’t begrudge him I just needed someone to talk to.
We left Zeke with Scotty, they deserved some privacy. Part of me was happy for him and the other part felt so sorry for him.
He was mated to a Rogue.
It would be difficult to
