"Andrew, shut up," I finally snapped as he was continuously yawning for hours, making a loud guttural voice every time he did so. We were in Alpha Harry's parlor, waiting for the rogues' attack to come. It was now past midnight, but there was no sign of intruders.
"Did they really come every night?" asked Andrew. His fingers have gotten itchy due to him wanting to quickly finish off the rogues, impatient to hit the bed.
Alpha Harry, who soon joined us after calming himself, replied, "That has been the case for the past few days, but I wonder why they are not coming today," he asked, but none of us knew the answer to his question.
