Branson POV:
She looked so peaceful lying on the couch asleep. I would love nothing more than to get to know her more and start our future together, but at this point, I don't know if that will happen or not. I sighed, walking onto the front porch. What am I supposed to do? Without second-guessing, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Atlas. Surprisingly he answered on the first ring:
"Alpha Atlas," his voice boomed through the phone. He sounded pissed off and tired. I cleared my throat, unsure how to start this conversation, "This is Alpha Branson from the Bloodmoon Pack," I introduced myself, "Do you happen to know a woman by the name of Reena Donson?"
The sound of something crashing in the background could be heard, "Where is she?" he growled.
"She's here, at my pack..." Atl
