A soft yet shrill sound rang through my head, pulling me from sleep. I grumbled something into Ezra’s chest, and he told me to go back to sleep. But that ringing would not stop.
I scowled and heaved myself off my mate. Night had not given way to dawn yet. Another chirping, and through my haziness, I realized it was a phone, the phone in my office rinsing incessantly down the hall. Sometimes, these heightened senses were more of an annoyance than a blessing.
“The phone,” I told Ezra.
“Want me to deal with it?” he asked, his lids falling shut.
I shook my head, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I won’t be long.”
I grabbed a robe on the way out. I did not know who would be using that phone at this hour. The other packs knew our cell numbers or would send more official documentation thro
