A kiss wasn’t meant to feel like that.
Chapter ten
Under the Light of the Full Moon
Morning light danced dark pink behind my eyelids.
I groaned and rolled onto my front.
My head pounded.
Hangover.
It was as bad as wolfsbane.
I groaned loudly, holding my pillow against my face.
It was the full moon. I felt the pull like a tugging on my bones, like I might be turned inside out. My head ached with the pulsing of my heart.
What time was it?
Early? No, late? Late morning, I decided, trusting my internal clock.
I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. I was on top of the covers, wearing the same clothes I had been wearing the night before.
I brushed my bottom lip with my finger, remembering thekiss.
What was I thinking last night? Why did I drink so much?
But the kiss.
My mind brought me back, over and over against my will, to the memory of the feel of her hand in my hair, the taste of her—
No.
I had to stop thinking about it. It was a drunken mistake, and Cole had cut it off, storming out of the room. She was playing with me, drugging me with pheromones, and using me.
I got up and made my way to the bathroom to wash off the previous night, to forget it like the bad dream it was.
I didn’t have any housekeeping duties at the Pack House because of the full moon.
The full moon. I growled.
I dressed in grey cotton joggers and a long-sleeved white top, pulling my hair back in a high ponytail. I wasn’t concerned with my appearance, not when I felt so horrible, not when I could be dead and torn apart by the end of the night.
Shifting meant less control, more emotion and action. I wasn’t safe being in my wolf form with others. It was tempting fate, begging for punishment. Cole had to know that.
The kiss.
I stopped adjusting my hair to feel better positioned when the thought struck me: she wanted the excuse of the full moon to do with me whatever she wanted.
I wasn’t just going to allow myself to be handed back to Ashford in five weeks like a used toy.
Downstairs, I found Cole in the kitchen, making coffee. It was the first time I had seen Cole in the kitchen. She avoided this room like it was dangerous.
“You’re awake,” she said, with her hands around a mug of coffee, where she sat at the round little table placed in the corner between two tall windows, natural light framing her like a halo.
“Wolfsbane. I need it,” I said.
