5
It’s a bad thing when you wake up not being able to remember the end of the night before. It’s even worse when you wake up in a doggie bed, albeit a large one. Now it was my turn to think in expletives, specifically, “What the—”
Max wouldn’t approve of my inner monologue. I opened my eyes, and each little sunbeam stabbed at my vision like a tiny dagger. The worst part? I was curled up but in my human form and completely naked. At least someone had put a sheet over me. I felt like I’d drunk a bottle of wine with a side of whiskey and a tequila chaser.
Isn’t there a song about tequila and nudity? How did I change? Then I sat up and ignored the lurching of my stomach. Normally my wolf side would have chimed in by now.
Wolf? Where are you?
Nothing.
What happened? Where did you go?
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