Ty
Fuck! Ty woke with his hand on his swollen cock. A glance around revealed he was back in Zarna's bed. This shit had to stop. Rather than give her the satisfaction and finish, he got out of bed. Naked, he stomped to the back bathroom. After grabbing up his clothes from the floor, he dressed then dashed to the library. Empty.
Where was Carla?
He doubled back to the throne room. There a tray of fresh fruits and oatmeal lay untouched and cold.
"Carla?" He checked the bathroom first then the spare bedrooms. Nothing. His heart raced as a sinking sensation hit his gut. Where was she? She wouldn't have left without telling him. Had Zarna done something?
He ran, checking the rooms again. "Carla! Answer me." Only his voice echoed back.
Today was the last day, and they still hadn't spotted the answer in the scrolls. It would only be a few hours before the werewolves came to collect their stone back. We are so fucked.