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Birdsong breaks through the muted silence of sleep first. Then comes the fleshy-red glow of sunlight filtered through her eyelids.
Ellie stirs and realizes - she’s not in her bed. She’s not in a bed. Or even inside. Blinking rapidly, she warily lifts her head and takes in her surroundings.
She’s in the woods. She’s naked. Someone is pressed up against her back. And she has no recollection of last night.
Dread is forming in her stomach as she twists her head back to see who she’s here with - but then
Joanie
groans out, “Oh, fuck this lycanthropic baser instincts bullshit.”