*Micah*
I stumble into my office a little later than usual. It took me forever to fall asleep, Coffee works about the same as alcohol on us, and even though I'm sipping a cup of it as I walk through the door, I don't expect it to have much of an effect. After all, I was up most of the night thinking about everything that has happened in my pack.
Thinking about Zariah.
So when I hear an unexpected voice from the corner of my office, I jump, splashing coffee all over my T-shirt. “Shit." I brush the hot, brown substance off with my hand and peer at the man who has unexpectedly greeted me from a dark corner. “What the f**k are you doing here?"
Greg sighs and runs a hand through his hair, stepping over toward my desk. “Sorry about that." He gestures at the mess on my shirt. “Do you have ano
