Later in the morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing softly in my pants. The plus about werewolf hearing was that I didn’t have to set the ringer loud enough that a human could hear it. That was a relief because Vanessa looked like an angel as she slept.
Carefully, I slipped out of bed and found my pants. I grabbed the phone, sat down on the bed, and answered.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Becker. We were concerned when you didn’t come to breakfast this morning. Are you alright?” The voice on the phone said.
“Who is this? Why are you checking up on me like I’m a pup?” I asked.
“This is Michael. The Gamma at Salmon Moon. We were just concerned,” he replied.
I sneered at the phone. Did they micromanage their whole pack, or was I a special case? Didn’t he have anything better to do?
“I’m with
