Adolf p.o.v
I woke up from a deep sleep when I heard a loud thud.
My wolf yawned in my head. It was showing its sharp canines.
I groaned. My head still didn't come out from the influence of deep sleep.
I felt as something hit hard with my bed.
"Oh, damn. I broke my ankle." I heard Sam whining.
What is he doing in my room? Am I dreaming? I tried to look in the dark. My eyes focused on his face.
The room was still dark. Sam was trying to be as calm as possible. But we werewolves have sharp senses.
"Sam, what the hell are you doing?" Mark asked in a sleepy voice.
He was laying on his bed. He has his arm on his eyes.
I tried to get my senses back. Damn, we are in the hostel. The brain cells start working.
"Sam, go to hell." I said. I again went back to sleep.
"Have some manners.
