Chapter 120

Cerys's POV

"Riiiing-"

The shrill howl of my phone dragged me out of sleep.

I writhed deeper into the blankets, eyes shut tight, one hand flailing blindly until my fingers finally brushed the device. My head pulsed with the faint ache of dried moon-wine and overused wolf senses.

Half-conscious, I answered the call.

A woman's amused voice spilled through the speaker.

"Cerys, you've got some nerve.