Anna's POV
I’m about to catch some sleep when I hear a knock on my door.
“Who is it?” I ask, groaning as I glance at the clock. It’s 9:30 PM. Way too late for unexpected visitors.
“It’s me,” comes the reply.
That voice. Alpha Dylan? What does he want at this time of night?
He knocks again, more insistently this time. With a sigh, I sluggishly get out of bed, dragging my feet to the door. I pull it open, squinting at him in the dim hallway light.
“Hope I didn’t wake you from your sleep,” he says.
What a stupid thing to ask. Of course, he did. But I mask the irritation bubbling inside me with a fake smile.
“I was already asleep, but it’s fine. What do you want?”
“I wanted to thank you for what you did for Kevin and me yesterday. I’m really grateful,” Dylan says, his voice sincere.
