Alyson's POV
Ryan had been gone on the inexplicable pack business for a couple days. After storming out on Dylan and I the other day, I knew that Ryan was worried about the Crowalt Pack, and frustrated that he didn't share more about that with me.
I also knew I kept a lot from him as well, but that seemed different somehow. I had missed Ryan; he hadn't come back even at night. I hoped that he was going to be okay, and not doing anything crazy on my account.
Dylan was chatting cheerily with Donna that morning, she was serving breakfast at the table. I walked out and sat down.
Michael was in the chair nearest the door, not looking up from his plate of food.
"Michael, why aren't you with Ryan?" I asked.
He glowered at
