13 - Riled Up

~Rafe’s Point of View~

*Let’s hit it,* Cruz says, telling me we need to get outside. We need the sun on our skin and sweat on our back. We need to hit someone, draw blood.

A solid workout will help get that damn rogue off my mind.

Maybe.

Not likely.

At least the birthday party will keep Cassandra off my back for the day, maybe even the night if I’m lucky. I’ll take what I can get.

I didn’t sleep a single fucking wink last night knowing that Parker was off with Hannah. Though if he has a strong attraction to her, I’m terrified my theory might actually be true. Without her wolf, there’s no way of knowing for sure. And being that I have a damn girlfriend, I can’t exactly fight him for her.

Not openly anyhow. If my theory is true, there are far bigger implications than I care to think about right now.

When I walk back to my room to change I pass her new one, wondering if she’ll ever even sleep in it. Parker is masterful with the ladies, but she’s hardly any normal female.

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