“Mack, you can’t stay here forever. You know she’ll wake up when she’s fully recovered, so you can come back when she is awake.”

“Jason, I can’t leave her. You, of all people, should understand that. YOU, of all people, should be sitting here with me!”

“Mack, I can’t. I’m the Alpha. And you, as Beta, should be helping me run the pack.”

“I can’t leave her!”

And the soft, arguing voices faded from my ears again.

…

A faint noise— a uhh-rr-huu, made me open an eye a crack. Sitting up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, I yawned and stretched before looking for the source of the noise. Mygaze flit around the room, taking in the black paint on the walls, the numerous postsers of some of my favorite bands, and, finally, the bed I was on. Navy blue pillows, with black covers. Then, the noise came again, so I gave the room a second look, taking in more of the furniture now. A closet, the doors half-open, a dresser with a mirror over it, and a chair.

In that chair, I found the source of the noise. Mack. Snoring.