Avery woke up in the morning feeling tired. For the past weeks, she has never had problems sleeping except last night, yet she didn’t understand why. Not even once did she wake up and, according to the clock, she slept over seven hours, which should be more than enough, especially since she had been used to sleeping much less than that, staying alert almost always.
She went to the shower, hoping the cold water would wake her mind. Liam promised to take her on a hunt and the pure thought of the rush coming through her veins, pumping her adrenalin from every corner of her body from the pure sensation of excitement and fear while hunting predators. The elk or stag should suffice to satisfy her desires, but deep inside she hoped to see a bear or any of the felines living as far north as they
