Stealing Alpha's Heart
Alexander said, as if what I'd said was the stupidest thing ever.
"How will I contact you?" I asked.
"Luckily," Alexander grinned, pausing to reach back into his pocket, "I conveniently have my number and Angel's number on a professional card. Here."
Alexander handed me the card and I tucked it into a pocket of the cover up. "Thanks, but so many things feel so wrong," I muttered, mostly to myself.
"So how many of our wolves will you need? The troop of enemy wolves in my dream was very large, so I would say around thirty to forty of ours," Angel suggested, ignoring my remark.