Chapter 8

The whole night I was tossing and turning on his comfortable bed. Even though the room was everything I wanted, still I couldn’t sleep. Because anticipation of his next move was killing me slowly. Every second was no less than a dagger hanging on my throat. I slept for an hour and woke up again early, but kept laying inside the room. But when I thought I could not take it anymore, I gave up and went outside the room. When I was going down the stairs, I heard whispers but found no one. But I could smell the scent of several wolves, but they were distant. I entered the living room, my step cautious as I was a little afraid of Xander’s retaliation. But it was empty, there was no one there. I glanced toward the couch, the cushions still bore the imprints of his body. He must have slept here last night. I inched closer to the couch, his scent lingered on the couch and I couldn’t help myself but lean into the warm scent. I sat on the same couch and unconsciously sniffed the blanket, a wild e