Alora’s POV

The room was quiet, save for the howling of the wolves outside the pack house. I sat by the window, my knees drawn to my chest, wrapped in one of Morgan’s oversized shirts that still had his scent.

I inhaled sharply, trying to take in as much of his scent as I could. Somehow, the action relaxed me. Maybe I'll have to steal some of his clothes when we are leaving.

Then it hit me that I was really going to miss him. I was going to miss my kidnapper and that was the most f**ked ...