We sleep all day and night and wake up the following morning to the sound of a loud growl coming from the front door. Dillon is up and running within seconds. He pulls me up into his arms and steadies me on the floor while I rub my eyes, still asleep.
"Jessica come with me," he orders. "And stay close," he adds. I do as im told feeling too tired to argue. When we reach the front door it's wide open and Alpha Harry is standing on the porch. "I don't know what you're talking about you psycho!" shouts Harry at someone.
Dillon sniffs the air and releases a low growl. "Who is it?" I ask not recognising the scent. Dillon pulls me impossibly close to himself and whispers. "The black moon alpha." I gasp realising that Harry just called him a psychopath.
Dillon leads me outside to the porch wher
