Hayden Davis.
“Hayden?”
I watched him sit up, looking around the room before his puzzled glare rested on me. Those beautiful eyes turned calculating and accusatory, and I could only heave a sigh.
“Your wolf took over when you were asleep and came over here,” I said, not liking the way he was looking at me.
Michael froze for a moment, seemingly musing before he stood up, walking towards the front door. I stood up as well, following him, calling his name to stop, but he stubbornly refused. I had no choice but to hold his arm to stop him.
“Listen, just give me a minute to grab my keys. I’ll drive you back.”
“There is no need,” he said, shrugging off my hand, reaching for the doorknob.
“Michael, you can’t go out like this at this hour.” Though I said that, I wasn’t sure what time it was
