#Chapter 69: Mixed Emotions

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 you okay now?”

“I do feel better. I don’t know what that was about.”

“I heard Ryan,” I admit. It’s time to stop ignoring the topic. “It isss Rita? Your mate?”

Now, this question is two-fold because I already know it’