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Will stretched and yawned as he opened his eyes. For a moment he wondered where he was. A raspy laugh escaped him when he remembered. He was in Stan’s suite at the pack house. The night before had been intense. Damn, the werewolves could party, he thought as he turned to look on Stan’s side of the bed. Stan wasn’t in the bed beside him. And from the quietness of the suite, it was obvious that his mate wasn’t in the suite.