I woke up the next day, and instead of being on the floor, I was in my bed.
I yawned once and looked around to see that I was in Dylan's room. I smiled, knowing that it had been him who carried me to bed. He wasn't in the room, though.
I took a shower, needing to relax my muscles from how tense I felt. I had to talk to Dylan. I needed to explain why I ran away and how it wasn't Blake's fault.
Most importantly, he needed to know what had happened with my pack and Alpha Nicolas.
I brushed my hair, doing a side braid and trying to make it look nice. I applied some light make-up and chose some jean shorts with a lilac-coloured thin blouse.
When I finished getting ready, I walked downstairs. I had already sensed around and noticed that Dylan wasn't in the house. When
I walked into t
