Chapter 38

Micheal's POV

The day was going bad enough, and I did not think it could get any worse. But apparently, I'd been wrong on that score.

My day started with a hell of an headache because I had gotten myself drunk to the core yesterday. And werewolves don't get drunk quickly, so yeah. It took quite a lot of time.

I yanked the tangled bedsheet off me , and went into the bathroom. I stood under the shower, with my suit and everything and turned on the warm water.

The slight warm drizzle , helped a bit with my head. And I proceeded to brush my teeth.

A quick scrap of toothbrush here and there , I spat it out and rinsed it off. I was done.

I figured I should get out of this wet suit, from yesterday if I may add and get some breakfast. Before taking another well deserved rest.

My phone rang on my way out of the kitchen and I frown. I wasn't expecting any call this morning, at least not as early as that.

"Hello" I answered into the phone without pausing to check who the caller was

"Mike? Ther