8
Sam
I stake out Layne’s apartment before I go in. It’s not dawn yet and I parked several blocks away and crept through the shadows to get here. Leaving her warm and naked in bed nearly killed me, but so does the thought of her suffering because I’ve kept her from her meds.
I keep trying to feel bad about marking her, but I can’t make myself. My wolf is downright cheerful and for the first time—maybe ever—I slept the night without a nightmare.
I didn’t wake once in a sweat, tearing the sheets with my fingers or punching the headboard or walls. It was like what happened in the diner.
Layne calms the madness that brews within me.
So yeah, marking her was an accident and neither of us is in a position to be able to give ourselves to a mate, but I have no regrets.
I’m satisfied with be
