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Hopefully it’ll pass on its own.

I don’t know how that works.

Usually, a mate is involved when it comes to heats.

Considering I don’t have one of those, it’s probably a good thing I learned how to satisfy myself.

It looks like I might have to start doing that a lot.

I throw on a nightdress and open the drapes.

The sun’s rising. It’s definitely time to get ready for work.

It’s a good thing I have a solid internal timer. I usually leave the drapes open, so I get to see the sun rise when I wake up, but considering I went to bed naked and I can’t remember doing that, I guess I was having some kind of heat-induced blackout last night. I’m just lucky it’s not actually the sunrise that wakes me up.

I step out into the hall and see the kitchen door is open.

Alina’s already up and making tea.

She smiles back at me, and signs, “Good morning.”

I sign back the same, and then I remember sitting with her last night, praying, when something happened that made us stop. Something good, I think, maybe, but I really don’t remember.

She raises an eyebrow at me when I frown at her.

I hesitate for a second before I sign to ask, “What happened last night? After we prayed?”

She shakes her head. “We don’t have time to talk about that. We’ll be late for work.”

Picking up her cup, she moves to the table, signalling an end to the conversation.

So, something did happen, then.

I just don’t know what.

I think back to my dreams, wondering if some part of what I saw in them could have been real.

Maybe not the part where I met a bunch of men I thought might be the monsters from The Abyss, except they were way too attractive and gentle to be monsters.

But I guess I could have been in the forest last night.

I do remember thinking it was something I needed to do.

To go out there and protect the pack.

Waking up naked would make sense if I’d shifted last night …

Think about it later! You have to get ready for work. You don’t want to make Alina late.

Darting into the bathroom, I rush through my morning routine, feeling more than a little out of it the whole time. Something definitely happened that I don’t remember last night.

That’s all I can really be sure of right now.

I’m still tired. It’ll probably come back to me once I’m more awake.

Either way, there’s no time to talk about it.

Alina’s already waiting by the door for me when I’m dressed, and we’re leaving the cabin a few seconds later, ready to head into the cafeteria.

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