Clara

I stretch and turn lazily, but the where I am sleeping feels very soft, just like my mate's bed. Wait! When did I get into my mate's bed? Where am I? 

I open my eyes and look around me like a mad woman. This is definitely not Damien's room. The room feels very strange. Damien's sweet scent is not in here either. The bedrooms back in the pack house don't look like this.

I immediately sit up and try to remember what happened to me last night. I got out of the pack house in the middle of the night and walked around the neighborhood. I wanted to go...