THIRD PERSON'S POV
Alpha Kane is having one of his nightmares. This time, it's a little bit tamer. It's the one where Lori was chasing him, and he thought he would find solace in Aria when she all but shut the door on him. As usual, he woke up in a cold sweat.
“Where am I?“ He thinks to himself as he experiences a brief wave of panic before he remembers that he's in his room. He hurried over to the wet bar in the nearly empty pack house to knock down a few glasses of something he doesn't even recognize. It burns his throat, so he takes a wild guess that it's whisky.
“Alpha Kane,” someone says to him. “Should I serve your dinner now?“
“Dinner?“ He wondered how long he had been sleeping for and when he even fell asleep.
He turned around, and the face before him blurred and was replaced
