I woke up buzzing. Not the nervous kind. Not the nightmare kind. My wolf paced under my skin like she had swallowed a lightning bolt and wanted to run laps around the planet. I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly. Jack blinked awake beside me, already looking like he was ready to interrogate the day into submission.
“You good,” he asked, voice rough with sleep.
“No. I need to move,” I said. “Like now. Before my wolf starts chewing on the furniture.”
Beau stretched behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Training field,” he said lazily.
Jack pushed up on his elbows. “Absolutely not.”
I shoved him by the chest. Not hard. Just enough to move him out of my way. Except he slid back across the mattress like he had been yanked by a rope.
He stared at me with big betrayed eyes. “What was
