Nicolette's POV

November 17, the day I became vulnerable around Malcom. My mom appeared in my dream and I woke up crying. I couldn't get myself to stop.

I choked while I tried to calm myself down but I just couldn't. I drank some water to stop the tingling in my mouth from crying so much. My breaths became choppy as I breathed in and out. My pillow became damp with my tears as they kept rolling down my face.

Somehow, my wolf had convinced me to go seek out Malcom. I missed it. His strong grasp around me as I fell asleep. I yearned for it as he slept...