The phone kept ringing. It was probably ringing for the 15th time and until Mike eventually gave up trying to ignore it . He got up to pick it up. “Jesse, what’s up?” “Mike!!” “Yes?” “Are you crazy! I’ve been trying to call you since last night, what the Hell Happened?” “I just…” Mike searched the room for cigarettes. It was dark, and he had pulled the shabby curtains down. His head was pounding. His wolf was bitter too. They had arrived yesterday, and Killian and him hadn’t exchanged more than a few words, just like he’d expected during the flight. Then he’d driven Killian to the manor and he was back to his place. And he hadn’t slept since. Mike didn’t find his cigarettes,since he was anyway supposed to Not have them, but then his eyes landed on the two empty packs from last night, discarded on the table. He groaned. “Mike! Are. You. There??” “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. “ “So??” “So I tried to catch a quick nap before tonight, Garrey mentioned there will be somet

Mike stared at the screen. But he didn’t spend too much time doing so, because the moment he realized what had just happened, he threw the phone away, not caring where it landed, and looked out of the window. Killian was actually downstairs, looking up at his room, smoking. He. was. there. Mike rested his elbows in the window rail and Killian looked up. His wolf jumped inside him, shouting all kinds of things, but Mike ignored it, because his mind was going crazy just fine on its own without the wolf. Killian was a dark figure in the middle of the road, just one of the many figures among the others passing by, despite the late hour, at the same time so different from them. Mike’s neighborhood was one of the worst, run down buildings and all kinds of scums and gangs were hanging in around there. Although the most dangerous ones out there were probably him and Killian . Killian was watching him, and Mike smiled at him. He pushed away from the window and grabbed his jack