Krystal knocked on Zale’s door, her heart pounding loudly and her eyes darting around the dimly lit hallway as she did.
She needed to do this and get it over with before going on her way as quickly as she could. She could only hope that Zale would cooperate with her and let her go quickly.
She wouldn’t want to end up knocking him out, but she knew she would do it in a heartbeat if it came down to that. She knocked once more, extremely glad that no one in the pack house seemed to have stirred.
She was about to knock a third time when the door opened to reveal a groggy Zale in the doorway. His bed hair was incredible to look at, but Krystal couldn’t focus on that.
“Kris?” He said in a surprised tone, his voice further deepened with sleep. “What are you doing here?”
His eyes dropped to
