Take Off

I looked out of the car window on the way to the airport.

I was still angry with Michael about what happened this morning. I agreed to Michael's many unreasonable requests to make him leave smoothly.

I was angry at Michael for being insatiable and myself for not having any principles. As long as Michael said the word, I would give him the whole world.

I still didn't understand why I was so eager to wake Michael up in the morning.

I was the one who didn't want to leave my pack, and I was also the one who was afraid of going to the royal Lycan pack, but it was as if I was the one who was actively promoting it, and Michael didn't care.

Michael was sitting next to me in a white shirt. He looked very relaxed and was stuffing some butter biscuits into his mouth. He had missed breakfast because he had woken up too late. It was his fault that he could only eat biscuits to fill his stomach.