Alpha Wyatt
Wyatt crossed his arms, not happy but he’ll live.
I lay in bed, tossing and turning when I’m walking around, I realize that I’m floating? I’m still asleep, dreaming... It feels so real; I look up to see a shadow of a man, standing in front of a fireplace, a glass in his hand, ice, and a honey-colored liquid inside. He turns to me, his eyes are bright red. I gasp, trying to go backwards as he comes closer to me, I can’t make out his face. The only thing I can see is his red eyes as he’s in my face, his scent is overwhelming, good, almost as good as Wyatt’s, how can that be? I look up again, his head is next to mine when he whispers in my ear, “I’m coming for you, wolf.”