Charlie bolted upright as the gravel-filled voice slid low and smooth through her mind. She recognized it, the deep rough voice. It was the same voice she had heard when she first encountered the werewolf on her run.
I must be actually losing my mind if now I'm hearing werewolves in my mind and finding it pleasurable.
Once she looked around and confirmed that, indeed, the voice was in her mind and not coming from a man in her house, she finally climbed out of the bath. Wrapping herself in a warm towel, she felt an odd sensation as the warmth she had felt radiating through her core, and that spot on her next seemed to dwindle lower than before. A strange sense of longing filled its place. A wash of subtle sadness covered her skin with goosebumps as she slathered on lotion and her s
