Chapter Twenty-Three - Willow

I dried my hair with a towel hanging on the back of Chase’s bathroom door. The shower had helped soothe the pain my body had gone through that night. It’d been humiliating to watch most of the pack gawk at me. The poor little girl who lost her mother. Crying in the closet. I closed my eyes and prayed the images of their faces would leave. I didn’t feel like going across the hallway to grab some clothes, so I slipped into a pair of Chase’s boxers and a T-shirt. They smelled like him and it made my wolf happy and content. I pulled back the covers on Chase’s bed and found his TV remote amongst them. I wasn’t a huge TV watcher, but I put it on some HGTV channel and watched it. Chase’s wolf was on high alert. I could feel him moving through the pack house. Leaning back against the pillows, I let my eyes drift closed. Seconds passed when I felt a roll of heat slide into me. Not now. I rolled over to my side and curled my feet into my chest. The heat was consuming me from the inside