Mark’s POV The colors suddenly seemed alien. I can’t put them together and every mix kept annoying the shit out of me. Frustrated, I dumped the brush and the palette throwing my head to the back. Shutting my eyes tightly it felt like my soul might leave my body. I got up, roamed the house a bit, and searched the fridge for anything interesting for my belly. But I came up empty. My wolf felt restless prompting me to opt for a race in the woods. I was wrong, shifting almost made me pass out like it wasn’t my own body. I couldn’t even run properly. Like a sack of potatoes, I collapsed against a tree and sat there in stillness. Goodness! I didn’t realize how much being around Kate and
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