Chapter 12

"Wait!", she cried, desperate now that they were going to be among others, under the scrutiny of white lights, nothing like the moonlight.

He whirled. It was hard to say, looking at him, whatever his thoughts were.

"What did you mean I did a good job of tying myself up?" She had to know.

Her pleading had no ounce of effect on him. He looked every bit the Alpha he claimed to be. Looking down upon her.

"Exactly what you understood, Ms.Flynn."

She was horrified. He could see that. And his wolf lept to do some damage control.

"I reckon you have a problem with sleepwalking. So you bolt the doors, windows, anything that grants access out of the house, and tie your hands so you can't open them even if your unconscious state wants to. It's not rocket science." His words came out, strangled. Like someone was forcing him to explain himself. All Vanessa felt was air passageways carrying the oxygen as they ought to.

He was right, only in the action of things. He didn't know sleepwalking was