** Remy’s POV **

I can’t sleep.

I lay there for an hour, listening to the sounds of even breathing from my bond group before I give up and head downstairs. My mind is too busy to sleep.

I take a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water, grabbing a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge and taking a bite as I head out the back door to sit on the porch. The air is cold, damp, and sharp with the scent of pine. I’m not sure how long I sit there, watching the clouds pass in front of ...