*I'm cold, Miceala*

Micaela’s POV

I woke up from a refreshing nap hours later. The rays of the evening sun painted the room a bright reddish yellow. I yawned and stretched; my body was still sore from last night’s escapade with the Alpha. I smiled as the memories came rushing through my mind, though I was angry that he wasn’t there when I woke up earlier.

“Where is he?” I asked myself as I got out of bed and went towards the door, wondering if he wasn't back ...