The Alpha gave you an order. And, even if he hadn't, you're tired. Really tired. Tired not just from the hours you've spent awake but from dealing with the stress and bullshit of the last couple of nights. You head to your room, ignoring the looks of your packmates.
Collapsing down onto your squeaky mattress is the closest thing to bliss you've felt in a long time. You don't even bother getting your clothes off, just pull the blanket over yourself, close your eyes, and...
A knock at the door.
You open your eyes. You're about to open your mouth too, tell whoever knocked to fuck off... but then you notice the light coming from the window. Or, more specifically, the lack of it.
It's late.
Close to sunset.
Fuck.
You throw back the covers, scramble to your feet, and somehow make it to the door. Ed blinks at you as you yank it back.
"Hey Gideon Mercer... are you ready to go?"
"We're going? Now?"
"Yeah," his brow is creased with worry. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... just... give me five."
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