Markus
My room is a mess, like always, but I don’t give a f*uck as I shuffle through my stuff, looking for my damn phone which I swear I left somewhere around here last night. Grey can mope about it as much as he likes, I am not cleaning up. I am already late for my patrol shift at the pack’s mansion and even though Veronica gave me the ok to have a few days off until this thing with Grey and Quinn is sorted out, I don’t think I can handle being here right now. So, I need to call Luca and see if I can shift schedule. Again.
Loud banging on my door has me jumping, startled, because I am so far in my head, I am not even aware what’s going on around me. Not so fit to work then, huh.
My faithful brother, not, enters the room without waiting for my ‘come in’ and quietly closes the door behin
