When I woke up I didn't feel fantastic. I felt tired, like I had gotten no sleep or rest. I sat up and looked around. It didn't matter that it was dark in the room; I could still tell that I wasn't in my room. It actually looked like one of the many guest rooms in the alpha's house. Had I fallen asleep? Who had taken me up here? Where was my dad? I needed to get home; I had work in the morning.
"Are you intentionally ignoring me?"
The voice made me jump. My eyes instantly landed on the one who had spooked me. It was Mac—Mikko. I rolled my eyes. "I was kind of hoping yesterday had just been a horrible dream."
He offered a small smile. "Me too."
"Why am I still here?" I ran my hands over my face in an attempt to wake myself up. The clock beside the bed read ten thirty.
"We still need to
