Training started at dawn which was bullshit because I'd been asleep for fourteen hours straight and apparently my body thought that meant I was rested.
Spoiler: I was not rested.
My muscles ached in places I didn't know could ache and the claiming marks on my neck and thigh sent little zingers of awareness through me every time fabric brushed against them, which was constantly, which meant I was walking around in a state of low-level arousal that was frankly embarrassing when all four bonds were wide open and broadcasting it.
Draven's amusement bled through his connection first thing in the morning and I slammed that door shut so hard he actually laughed out loud from wherever he was in the pack house.
Privacy. Dead. Mourned.
