Althea awoke the next morning with a severe headache, most likely from sleeping on the bathroom floor. Last night, she had some reservations about her friend's tone. He is possessive, but she is unsure if he wants to love her. She already knows she loves him; she can't just stop loving him.

A knock on the door jolted her out of her trance. "Althea, are you awake?" Allan asks, his voice semi-sleepy. She bites her lower lip, unsure whether to respond to him.

Her wolf eventually won her over. "Yeah," she said quietly, her head resting on her hand.

Her eyes were half-closed as she stared into the void that...