⁂Sierna
I woke up feeling like death had claimed my soul. My mouth was dry and tasted like s**t. Why did I agree to drink Wade’s vodka cocktails last night? I knew why but I wasn’t about to admit to myself that I had chickened out. I rolled over and frowned. Grayson’s side of the bed was cold and empty and as I slowly opened my eyes, I groaned.
“Grayson?” I called out. When I got no answer, I sighed. I wasn’t tired and I wasn’t hung over, that’s not how it worked with shifters. The need to use the toilet made me finally get up. By the time I finished in the bathroom, I felt marginally better. I couldn’t hear anyone downstairs and so I wondered where Grayson was. The kitchen was not only clean but empty and I frowned as I listened closely. It would seem that I was alone in the packhouse.
