There were thirteen days until the next full moon, and here she was in the middle of Nashville on a road trip that was going to last for the next week. A part of her was happy to be free. Another part of her felt more isolated than ever.
Zoey had left the party early the previous night. Too much kissing. Too much craziness. Too much of Joseph to go around. Not to mention that she had lost Genevieve sometime after the game of spin the bottle and hadn’t been able to find her since. She felt bad — guilty — for ignoring her best friend for most of the night, especially when she’d said she would be her moral support and shit. She was a bad friend, but where was the surprise there? Relationships of any kind, romantic, platonic, familial, she fucked up, and if her relationship with Genevieve turned out the same way, she wouldn’t blame her.
“Gen?” The werewolf called out, tapping her knuckles against the door of her hotel room cautiously. In the other, she was grasping a bottle of whisky. “Gen, are you asleep?”
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