Weston's POV
Three hours into my sleep, my wolf senses started to pick up on some weird sounds around me. I huffed out an annoyed breath and turned around in my bed, trying to shut the pestering noises out of my hearing.
I was able to sleep for another thirty minutes before a palpable shift in the mansion forced me out of my exhausted sleep. It made me and my whole wolf alert. Someone in the mansion had shifted into their wolf form. Someone with a different kind of wolf.
What the heck was going on? Why was someone shifting in the mansion? Why did the person think it was okay to do that?
I sighed and climbed out of my bed, rubbing my face and walking in the direction of my door. My guards should have informed me that someone had shifted in the mansion by now. Someone was incredibly off;
