Maverick POV
Odessa lay beside me with her fingers resting in front of her lips and her curly red hair draped over her shoulders. It was the perfect sight. I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out my Polaroid camera.
I leaned back to take the perfect shot before she woke up.
“Great,” I murmured.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I snatched it before it startled Odessa. It was Storm’s number.
What did he want this early in the morning? I climbed out of bed because I knew my friend was in some kind of trouble.
I wandered into the kitchen to take the call in private.
“Dude,” I said into the phone.
“Hello? Alpha Maverick,” a woman responded.
Oh s**t.
“I’m Nurse Katie from Daciana Medical. You’re Storm’s second emergency contact. His father is out of service.”
“He’s in the hosp
