Desiree’s POV
“Grayson?” I called out softly.
The morning sun was hitting the cabin floor with the quiet and peaceful breeze that for a second, I forgot all about the drama at the pack house. I had stretched my arms over my head, feeling the soft wool of my sweater against my skin until...
I looked over at the chair by the window and saw Grayson sitting there, completely still like he hadn't moved an inch since whenever. His eyes were wide open staring at the empty space on the rug where we had been sitting last night, but I bet it was like he wasn't really seeing it.
“Grayson?” I called again but still no answer.
I stood up from the bed and walked over to him, feeling a little bit of worry starting to poke at my chest. I reached out and touched his shoulder carefully. “Grayson? H
