As the night wore on, Lacey tried to sleep, but her wolf was too restless. Unable to take any more, she rose from the bed, dressed in her silk nightgown with spaghetti straps, and walked to the window. The sounds of merriment had faded and the moonlight shone brightly overhead, casting a blue hue over the earth.
Suddenly, there was a slight knock on the door.
“Come in,” she croaked, her voice raspy from lack of use.
When the door opened, she was surprised to see Julien standing in the doorway, shirtless, but a troubled look colored his eyes. “How are you?”
She shrugged, turning toward the window. “Not well, since I missed my own party.”
He sighed, crossing the room to her. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry about that.” Then he slid his arms around her and leaned
