I woke up early in the morning and was energized today, my wolf was excited, it was the day she will come out, and this she was sure of. 

Coming out of the bathroom with only my mate's white polo shirt. I called out his name

"Wyatt!" I screamed, he groaned and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He smiled and buried his head between the pillows. He had so many drinks last night and was now suffering from a hangover. 

"Wyatt!" I just wanted to annoy him.

"You're hyper today. I have a headache," he groaned. " Go wake Lucas up or something," I smiled and sat at the edge...