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My head is pounding. Images of all the faces I glanced upon last night are clouding my vision as I stumbled into my bathroom and started the water. I hate the aftermath, but it was one hell of a night. Mikhail is sitting at my kitchen island with a massive grin on his face while he texted away. Every time his phone binged I swear the smile became creepier.
"Pack meeting today," I announced when my phone binged. I sighed placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him. I'm not ready for a pack meeting but those are always mandatory.
"Kay," he laughed putting a hand full of eggs in his mouth.
"You animal," I groaned, taking my plate to the living room.
Sometimes I wish that these socializing hangovers were caused by actual alcohol and not because my mind is ov
