When morning comes I struggle to find the will to get up. My wolf is still mourning and she is dragging me down into the pit of her despair with her. Everything feels wrong today, the sun doesn't shine as brightly, the birds don’t sing as cheerfully and the smallest of tasks seem like such an effort. If my wolf had her way we would stay curled up in bed forever, that or she’d have me throw myself at Niall’s feet and beg for him to change his mind. She is desperate for all this to be a mistake. I’m concerned by just how far she would go to win him over at this point.
I push myself out of bed, moving sluggishly. I have to keep going though. I have to keep up my act or I'll never get out of this house. I freshen up in the bathroom and slip into a plain cotton dress. I forego any underwear as I……
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