Kerris POV

The dull ache lingering between my thighs is a constant reminder of what I did on Christmas eve.

It's boxing day, though the Pack's Chemist is open as usual. That means I have to work this morning.

I pick up my cellphone as I climb out of the bed in the morning. The number from last night stare back at me when I open the call log.

Another reminder of the Christmas eve disaster.

I still can't believe the Matron called me. How the hell did she even get my number? The only mandatory information they asked for were my first name and pack. Granted, that's enough information...