It was almost midnight when I woke up, the kind of heavy, restless sleep that left me feeling worse than if I had stayed awake. All the pent-up fury at Cyrus, the burning want for Elise, and every frustration I had been carrying for days had finally worn me out.
After Elise ran from my room, I had taken Maren's advice and gone for a long run, pushing hard until my legs burned and my lungs ached. When I finally dragged myself back to the pack house, I had been so exhausted that I dropped onto the bed and passed out without even changing clothes.
Now I was awake again, my need to be with Elise still sitting under my skin like a live wire. There was no point hiding it anymore. I had made up my mind during that run.
I pulled on a new pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt, then headed downstairs. If Elise were still awake, I owed her an apology at the very least. If she were asleep, I would wait until morning, but I hoped she wasn't.
