Blue never had the usual rebellious phase that teenagers went through. She had lived with her aunt outside Clawsbrought state, but as soon as she got here, she'd immediately worked in a community clinic. At the age of eighteen, Blue had been buried in anatomy and clinical textbooks every night and barely had any friends besides the ones she made at work.
The only time she experienced extreme hangovers from drinking and partying within the Morthern Pack.
Her head pounded against her skull, and try as she might, her eyelids still felt too heavy to open. Blue remained lying in bed, dreading having to face the day feeling the way she did. At least she knew she was in bed, given the smell of detergent that Lucian favored. The missing dip in the bed next to her showed that her mate was alread
