The note

Willow grumbled under her breath as she dragged herself up from the bed and walked to the door to throw it open. After Scarlett left, she spent a few minutes or hours just staring at the ceiling with her kind roaming here and there, just thinking until she fell asleep.

Now, she was woken up by loud knocks on her door. If she was not in the pack house, she would have known that it was one of the maids in the house, she just hoped that it was not about work. She risked a glance at the wall clock and saw that it was evening already. In an hour or two, it would be dark outside.

Willow ran her hands through her hair to arrange it. She did it subconsciously and caught herself immediately. Why had she done that? It was just one of the workers knocking or even Scarlett so why would she try to arrange her appearance? No, she was not hoping that it was Marshall.

“Oh, yes you are.” Her wolf taunted.

“No, I'm not.” Willow snapped as she reached for the door knob.

“I won't judge.” Her wolf snicker