The afternoon had been unbearable.
Lori had tried everything. She had attempted to read—the words blurred on the page, meaningless. She had tried to study—her notes might as well have been written in a foreign language. She had played mindless games on her mobile until her thumbs ached, then started a movie she had seen a dozen times before, then abandoned it halfway through when she realized she hadn't absorbed a single scene.
Nothing worked.
The tension was killing her.
She paced up and down her small room, her bare feet padding against the wooden floor. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her wolf, Layla, paced with her—a restless shadow in the corner of her mind.
“What do you believe he said when he found out we are fated?” Lori asked, not for the first time.
Layla's whimper was soft
