He looked at me, looked around the area, then back at me. His eyes went wide.
“Where am I?”
“You’re at your old room. I think you were sleepwalking.” Although as I said the words they no longer felt true. This was more than that, and I was starting to freak out about it.
I wanted to say more to reassure him, but the door opened and Jack was there.
“Sorry,” I said. “He was sleepwalking and on autopilot, ended up here.”
“Do you know what time it is?” Great. She was pissed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Hormones, you know, all that.” Please don’t let her google pregnancy hormones and sleepwalking. I was no med student, but I was confident those two were not connected.
“Do you need me?” Her eyes were closing as she stood there.
“No, go back to bed. We’re good.”
Bardoul was standing in the background glaring at us.
“Let’s go back,” I said to Rawling.
“Yeah.” He looked down at his feet. “I didn’t get dressed.”
“I got you.” I scooped him up, and to my surprise, he let me without a single pushback, curling into me as I walked down to the infirmary.
This time when we climbed into bed, I held him tight, hating that he was shaking. He told me over and over again that he was sorry, that he made me get up, that he disturbed his friends, that he wasn’t by my side when I woke up, until exhaustion took over and he fell asleep.
Sleep didn’t come as easily to me. As much as I tried to brush it off as sleepwalking, everything shouted it wasn’t. Something was happening to my mate, and I didn’t know what it was.
ELEVEN
RAWLING
I brushed off Phelan’s concerns about my sleepwalking, not because I wasn’t worried about who and what I was, but because I had no memory of the incident. No, that wasn’t completely true. I had snippets, but it seemed no different than a dream.
“Gotta go. Love ya.” I kissed his cheek and brushed my belly against him. It was our thing. He smiled, but there was no light in his eyes. Not for the first time, I wondered how his life would have looked if I hadn’t turned up at Sombertooth last semester.
But I adored that wolf shifter who, despite our wobbly beginnings when we were just fuck buddies, had my back, and I returned to our quarters and threw my arms around him.
“I love you with my whole heart.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He squeezed my butt and whispered in my ear that he’d like to fuck me. I almost melted in his arms, but I wanted to catch Professor Shaw before class.
“Raincheck?” I scooted toward the door as best I could with the bump leading the way and blew a kiss over my shoulder.
I was on a mission to find out who Charlie or Charlotte Dempsey was. The professor’s door was closed when I arrived, and I knocked rapidly because I had so many details floating around in my head and he could probably help me with this one.
There was no answer from inside, and I turned away, thinking I’d try during my break, but the door opened and I spun myself around. Not a smart move because my belly tipped me forward, and I teetered toward him. He didn’t position himself to break my fall or grab me, which his shifter reflexes could have accomplished easily.
I put out an arm and grabbed the door frame and hurt my wrist when I put my weight on it.
His face didn't flicker with emotion, and if I had to guess, his expression registered distaste when he glanced at my belly.
“Blakesley.” He looked left and right. “Your mate not with you?”
But I wasn’t to be put off because he was in a bad mood.
“I’d like a moment of your time, Professor.”
