/Ember’s POV/
Maybe I shouldn’t have called her; that was stupid of me. I thought several seconds of waiting by her dorm room, still half drunk by the way. Being a werewolf means you have a faster metabolism, so why am I still feeling strangely drowsy? I thought to myself after landing myself a hard slap to keep myself sober just enough to keep me sober, but that didn’t work. What actually worked was Daisy’s conc berry scent mixed with the faint smell of her lemon shampoo as she walked out of her room, flinching in surprise after seeing me waiting in front of her door.
“I didn’t know you were here,” she said in a low, almost inaudible voice.
“I also have no idea how I got here.” I tried as much as I could not to sound like I could, but I didn’t have to since I totally forgot that I reek
