Seventy-Five

There's a low growling sound nearby. Whoever the hell it is better to count their minutes because this is the best sleep I've had since Miles and I completed our mating. The room is dark. I sit up clapping my hands to turn the lights on. There's no one in here. I climb out of bed and stumble into the bathroom. 

The bathroom speaker read four fifteen a.m. I splash water on my face still feeling the lingering effects of the wolf's bane Jayk used. I am starving and I am freezing. Someone left the balcony door slightly ajar. As I reach for the handle again I hear the growling again. I pull the door open and step out to see an unusual darkness at the edges of the Southern border. 

"Jayk?" I call out. 

"You're up," he sounds alarmed. 

"What's going on?" 

"How do you feel?" 

"Better," I check my leg. "The wound is gone,"

"I hate to d