Chapter Fifty-Six - Mason

Talking from downstairs woke me the next morning. Jessica’s spot was empty, but the sheets felt warm beneath my touch. She hadn’t been up long. I briefly wondered why she was up when she’d stayed up to read. Not that the lack of sleep seemed to bother her truthfully. I swung my feet to the floor and rubbed my palm over my face. Jessica’s scent was heavy in the air. It was a mixture of flowers, nerves and something woodsy. I couldn’t explain it. It had changed after her first shift. Her wolf had changed everything. Especially our relationship. I craned my neck to the side and stretched my arms above my head. Ignoring the feeling of rejection from her wolf the night before, I walked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face. Her wolf seemed hostile. Maybe it was because of her new form, but I didn't like it. I missed Jessica without all of the drama. The pack moved around on the first floor. I could smell breakfast being made. I didn’t hear Jacob’s voice mixed within them. I