He groaned like he was attempting to get comfortable. I looked around. It was still light in the room. It had to be late afternoon. He made a low growl in his throat like he was angry or scared. I looked down at him a little worried. I was beginning to think he was having a bad dream. “Drake,” I said softly touching his chest. His eyes flew open. He looked angry and confused maybe both. He threw me across the room and I hit the bookshelf. I landed on the ground with a thud. I was a little startled by his aggressiveness. He sat up quickly. His chest was heaving like he was scared. He looked around the room. His eyes fell on me lying on the floor. He cussed as he hurried to my side. “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically as he helped me up. “It’s ok,” I said wincing. My back ached a little. I was pretty sure if I was human I would have had quite a few broken bones. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked around nervously. It was almost like he thought his dream was real.
