(Amber's POV)
When I finished a day's work, exhausted, I returned to my room. I tried to avoid Ryan because whenever I saw him, I couldn't control the blush that spread across my face.
Ever since I bit him, my room had been moved next to his. Ryan reasoned that I was too dangerous, and he was worried I would harm the pack. If I engaged in any dangerous behavior again, he could kill me promptly.
I accepted his explanation without any complaints. This room was much better than the previous one. However, since Ryan left last night, I distinctly sensed a presence in my room. It was evident that this person wanted to kill me, but the encounter with Ryan had left me drained, and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I don't know how much time passed, but I fell into sleep as the feeling of
