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I didn’t think that was possible until a wolf meets her mate.

Maybe it’s only the dreams. They feel so real my body is getting confused.

Hopefully a cool shower will help douse the lustful memories that push through my thoughts.

I fix the buttons on my nightdress and get out of bed, going into bathroom and taking a normal shower after I chicken out of trying a cold one. I wouldn’t want Alina to hear me scream and to have to explain what’s going on with me when I barely understand it myself.

I find my guardian in the kitchen once I’m dressed and ready for work.

She seems a little jumpy this morning, almost dropping her cup when I appear at the doorway.

“Are you okay?” I sign.

She nods, and signs back, “Just tired. Didn’t sleep well.”

That’s not like her.“Are you feeling sick?”

“No,” she signs. “It was raining last night. The sound kept me awake.”

Right.The weather can be a little up and down around here. It always bothers Alina when it rains.

“Ready to go?” I sign.

She nods, putting her cup in the sink.

We leave the house, and she definitely seems a little tired.

Yawning more than usual, bumping into the door when she’s opening it.

When we get to work, I sign to her that she needs to stay in the kitchen and take it easy today.

She can make Emily do the dishes, while she watches over the food.

She agrees with me without argument, and it only makes me worry about her even more.

The morning passes quickly, with both of us in the kitchen so I can keep an eye on how she’s doing.

On our break, she takes a nap in Emily’s usual spot and our resident tired woman doesn’t complain. She also doesn’t miss out on her usual nap. She gets her coat and lays on the grass, snoring within seconds of lying down.

I worry a little when Adam doesn’t visit. It’s been a couple days. He usually doesn’t stay away for that long. I hope Maria isn’t being stricter with him. He’s such a sweet kid.

The lunch rush comes and goes, and we’re cleaning up before the dinner rush starts, when Alina taps me on the shoulder. She’s turned off the oven, and the others are grabbing their jackets.

“What’s going on?” I sign.

“Town bells,” she says. “Announcement in the town square.”

I blink at her. It’s like she’s speaking a foreign language.

Town bells? What does that mean?

“Announcement by who?” I sign.

She shrugs. “Alpha, maybe?”

Huh. Weird. Since when do we have town square announcements?

I’m so used to Alina preparing me for things that I feel totally confused that there’s something going on that she’s literally never mentioned before. It must be something that hardly ever happens.

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