*Calvin*
I can’t f*****g sleep. All I can do is think of Ada. She smells like home, and I want that so badly right now. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed. How am I supposed to sleep knowing she’s just in the pack beside me?
Bringing the small bunny to my nose, I inhale deeply. I should have sent it with her but I wasn’t even thinking. Right now, though, I’m glad that I have it.
I grab my phone and dial a number that’s becoming so familiar.
“Hey, Calvin,” David answers. “Celeste is feeding Tyler. Just calling to check on Katya?”
“No, I ummm…” I begin, feeling foolish. “I was hoping to talk to her.”
“I can have her call you,” he says slowly. “It’s late, Calvin. Is everything alright?”
I sigh. “No. It’s not. I found her, and she went into heat, but I’m the f*****g
