CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ALEX DAVALO
Death: When it comes, it gives no s**t about who you are… wolf or human!
I had barely woken up when my phone rang, almost making me jolt up. Groggily, I picked up my phone and checked who it was, ready to vent my anger on the person for waking me up so early. Unfortunately for me, it was my father. My heart raced a little—this was surprising. He never called that early, except on the very few occasions he either wanted me to take a walk with him or he had something very important and private to discuss with me.
I rubbed my eyes and reluctantly answered the call. “Dad?” I mumbled, trying to mask my irritation.
“Alex, come downstairs immediately,” my father instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument before he hung up abruptly.
Feeling a knot t
