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~Tove

Someone is shaking my shoulder, jolting me awake.

“What’s going on?” I ask into the air, rubbing my eyes warily.

A figure is crouched beside the bed, which is actually just a mattress on the floor that has been pushed into the corner of the room.

“Hey, it’s just me," I hear Keo soothe, feeling me tense up.

Once the fogginess has faded from my vision, I realise it really is my mate. He left early today and I wasn't expecting him back tonight.

“Something wrong?” My voice sounds rough and croaky.

His hands glide into both of mine, prompting me up into standing position. “No. Come with me.”

The wood floor groans uneasily under our feet as I follow him to the other side of the small space where a single light illuminates the kitchen and now, my mate.

He's shirtless, like he has been here for a while, contemplating whether to wake me.

“It’s late," I murmur. My voice is almost lost under the sound of a hideous wind that tugs at the structure of the house, at the rain that batters down