MAX’S POV
Something hitting my face roughly followed by a “Change into that,” woke me from my dreamless sleep. A heavy fur coat and a pair of heavy pants lay next to my head and a pair of boots by my bedside. Damon was towering over me, a clear look of impatience painted on his face. I was not one of those quick risers and it took me time to get my bearings through the sea of confusion. “Hurry up!” he said while pacing the room, which made me both alert and confused over why he was in so much haste. It was barely morning, the utter silence in the pack and the lack of sunlight evidence of that.
“Give me a minute,” I replied, wearing the pants in a hurry, hoping I did not trip over myself. Had I missed the memo on an impromptu journey?The previous night, Damon had just bid me goodnight be
