Thirty nine

Avery wakes up the next morning to somebody banging on her bedroom door.

Well, it isn't her bedroom, and she doesn't know how she got to this room, but she's fully clothed and tucked in like a burrito, so she knows one of the girls probably put her to bed.

She has a slight headache, made worse by the banging on the door, but she doesn't move.

"Where is he?" She croaks out loud, and Sonya sighs dramatically.

He isn't here, you dumb bitch, she responds, and Avery furrows her brows.

Where is he, then?, she asks, her tone a little sad.

I don't know, probably his room? It's 6 am, I imagine he's still asleep, Sonya grumbles, and she can picture her wolf flinging herself back onto the ground.

Why are we not in his room?, Avery asks, and as she asks, she remembers their almost argument, and her walking out.

That's why, Sonya chirps helpfully, now please answer the door, or I'll shift and scare them away.

Avery reluctantly climbs out of her warm burrito, a scowl on her face as the cold air of