When I wake up she's gone.
I am also gone from where I had been and I look across the room to see my father's figure along the wall. He's staring at me, and I suspect that his glare is what woke me up.
The fact that I am yet to unravel the thread around Janette makes panic flare through me again. It's worse because I know more than I did right now.
I passed out, not because I was tired but because the thread has bound itself in some way to her. It's attached itself to her and I passed out trying to get it off.
Fuck. This is bad, this is really bad.
"How long have you known her?"
I look to the direction of the voice and my Alpha is still there, his aura radiating that red afterglow he always has when he's annoyed at me.
"Who?"
His anger brightens.
"The girl at the cafe, Janette. How long have you known her?"
Why is he angry?
"It's only been a few months. I go there on Fridays to have tea."
"With Reeve, right?"
I scoff and roll my eyes.
"I go there by myself most of the time. I only we
