Slowly, the blackness is fading, and I can hear some whispering. I am hit full force with a very concerned and annoyed emotions. It is way too early for this! I just want to go back to sleep but the whispering is pretty loud now. Peaking my eyes open, I saw Wyatt is standing at the door in only sweat pants. His muscular back was turned toward me and showing off his tattoos. The bedroom door is cracked enough for his head to put threw and his foot in on the inside of the door, keeping whoever wants to come in doing so.
“Who is it?” I asked softly. I knew they could hear me. Wolf hearing is amazing!
Seeing Wyatt’s back tense and a low growl escaped his lips. I knew he wasn’t happy I was awake and his emotions were like slapping me in the face. Closing my eyes, I focused and imagined a wal
