Chapter 111

Zane

Isla is going to be the death of me.

I woke up with blue balls and a migraine earlier, and it is all Isla's fault. She would not stop cuddling me in her sleep, and now I am a poor, tortured man in the morning light.

Dew clings to the leaves, and somewhere in the trees, a bird is losing its mind like it has something important to say. Isla stands next to me in her wolf form, blonde ears twitch