[XVIII]3AM

I woke up early the next day to my phone buzzing on my night stand. Alpha Brendon had went back to the pack house to pull a late night of work. He wanted to get caught up that way he could spend more time with me. I checked my phone to see it was Niall's number. 

Niall; Are you up?

Me; Why? 

I checked the time to see if was three in the morning. What the hell is wrong with him? I heard the door knob to my room jiggle. I threw the covers off and put on my slippers. I opened the door in slight annoyance. The TV's blue screen lit the room and I looked directly into Niall's eyes in confusion. 

What the hell is wrong with him? It's three A.M. in the morning. I crossed my arms as I felt a chill crawl up my spine. I raised an eyebrow at him, seeing he was dressed in old PJs. 

"It's time," he told me and yawned. "We're going to be late for our shift," he told me. I yawned and nodde