Judy''s POV


    After dinner, I walked into the guest room, feeling relieved to have a bit of solitude.


    As much as I enjoy Spencer''spany and I''m d to have a friend with me, it


    was also nice to be alone so I could gather all my thoughts. That pending sense of


    dread stayed with me, and it was messing with my wolf as well. I didn''t like how


    either of us was feeling in that moment, and I assumed it was because she was


    missing Gavin.


    I hated to admit that I was missing him, too. Having sex with himst night after


    being away from him his touch for a couple of months and not even being in his


    close proximity for a couple of weeks, it made me crave him in a way that I never


    craved another person before.


    My body remembered every touch, every scent, every taste of that man, and all I


    wanted was to wrap myself around him and never let go.


    I shouldn''t want him the way I do... not after how he spoke to me earlier and


    embarrassed me in front of Sampson. But I do want him... more than words could


    ever express.


    I was pathetic.


    It shouldn''t be this hard... if two people wanted to be together, then they should


    be together. But I was certain if Gavin truly wanted to be with me or if he was


    going to be with me out of obligation because he now knows that I''m pregnant.


    I hated feeling like this, and I needed to distract myself or get some sleep before I


    drove myself crazy.


    I didn''t have a change of clothes or even pajamas to change into. I wasn''t really


    nning on going anywhere other than my little condo.


    I walked into the bathroom, surprised at how gorgeous it looked. I couldn''t believe


    that Spencer built this with his own two hands. I knew he did it by himself, too,


    because nobody other than his grandmother knew about this cabin.


    I turned on the shower, relishing in the warm steam that radiated around the


    bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief. This is exactly what I needed: a shower.


    I stripped out of my clothes,


    frowning when the sticky note fell to


    the floor once I unhooked my bra. I


    almost forgot that it was there. I


    snatched it off the ground and


    nced at them. Now that I was


    alone, I could analyze them a little


    more. My father taught me how to


    read coordinates at a young age,


    and that skill became useful when I


    started training to be a gamma


    warrior.


    As I studied the coordinates, naked in the steam-filled bathroom, I realized they


    sounded very familiar. Like I''ve seen these before. I tried to think back to when I


    saw these coordinatesst, but my mind was a bit foggy.


    Furrowing my brows, I ced them on the counter and stepped into the shower.


    Maybe I just needed to clear my head a little more before I studied the


    coordinates again.


    The shower felt incredible. I used the


    shampoo and conditioner left in the


    shower, wondering who they


    belonged to, only briefly. They were


    the scent of roses, and it made me


    feel calm. I washed my hair, and


    then I washed my body. For a long


    while, I just stood under the hot


    stream of water, allowing it to soak


    over my body and soothe away the


    anxiety that lingered in the darkest


    corner of my soul.


    The coordinates shed through my


    mind again as I closed my eyes. The


    memory of being picked up at the


    private airport when I first arrived in


    this region came to mind. I was


    picked up by Ron and Spencer. I sat


    in the back seat while they sat in the


    front seat. The GPS was on disy


    on the car''s touch screen system,


    and I remembered watching the


    screen as we got closer to the pack.


    I remembered ncing at the


    coordinates once we arrived at the


    pack and realized that''s why I''ve


    seen them before. The coordinates


    on the sticky note were the


    coordinates of the pack. But why


    would he have that written down?


    Was he giving someone directions


    to the pack?


    I couldn''t think of a reason why he would have those coordinates written down,


    and my mind was whirling with anxiety. My wolf was uneasy about the situation,


    and I couldn''t me her; it was strange. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped


    a towel around myself.


    I used the brush on the counter to brush out my hair and tie it into a messy bun on


    top of my head. I then put my bra and panties back on, not bothering to put the


    rest of my clothes on.