I reached for my phone, and the screen lit up. It was four o'clock, and Michael was still not back.
I leaned against my bed and stared out the window at the dark sky. It was going to light up soon. The night was going to be over. Where the hell had Michael gone?
Some disturbing thoughts came to mind.
My first concern was Michael's safety. Would he encounter any accidents when he went out alone at night? He had recently been investigating the matter of the she-wolf. Werewolf hunters were a group of people who would do anything for profit. Would they take the opportunity to plot against Michael? But Michael was a Lycan Prince of the royal family. He should be able to defeat a few werewolf hunters.
Then, a second thought appeared in my mind. Michael had left because of me. He was angry with me, so he deliberately did not come back for the entire night. Did he not consider that I would worry about him at all?
