"It's... 10:19 already, soft fang," Emily said as she pulled her gently away from Brandon.
She let go of him and bid him farewell. Brandon also waved at Emily, but she just smiled and did not wave back at him. Emma wondered why.
It was Moon-day, the twenty-seventh of the Frost Moon already. Thirty-three days to the Prince's supposed mating bond with Lunara Greens and two moonfalls of Emma cuddling her pillow like a lonely mate.
She was awoken by a loud clacking sound of approaching footsteps echoing through the stone corridor of the pack house. Her wolf curled beneath her bed sheet as she clutched her pillow tightly. She heard the creak of her chamber door, but she didn't bother to look. A hand pulled her duvet slowly and she sighed and rolled over.
