Tsunami

Lyra

I awoke this morning to an empty bed. Instead of a warm, alpha Declan, there was a tray. One slice of chocolate cake and a note:

*Little Wolf,*

*Sorry, I had to leave. Some answers have shown up and I need to ask my questions.*

*Eat this cake, then let me grovel.*

*\-D*

I welcomed the sight of the cake. A perfect breakfast I am more than eager to have, but as I study the note, I can't help by