I hear Ryan pass by my door. Or rather pause outside of it. I know I’m paranoid, but I feel like I have a good reason to be. I know werewolves have a crazy sense of smell and that Ryan can probably tell where I am. Maybe even knew I was in the hall just a few seconds ago.
I wait several minutes before I crack the door open. The hall is dark and empty; I don’t see any lights streaming out from under doors.
I creep back to the living room, quiet as I can, and peek around the doorway.
Alex is lying on the couch wide awake, staring up at the ceiling.
“Hey,” I whisper.
His head snaps toward the door.
“Goodnight.”
Alex sits up. “Come here,” he whispers back.
I walk over to the couch and sit on the spot Alex vacated when he sat up.
I keep my voice low so no one can hear me. “Are y
