Michael’s POV
I ended the call by throwing my cell phone across the room in frustration. I've never been considered a patient man especially when the ones that I love are involved. I was getting worried and when I got worried, I got out of control.
"Simon, bring the car around. Now!"
I was starting to lose any ability that I had left to remain calm. I grabbed my jacket from the back of the couch and walked outside. Simon was standing with his head down in front of the car he brought for me.
"Your car, Alpha."
He opened the car door and waited patiently for me. I got in and took the door from his grasp. Though angry, I knew that I still had to apologize for summoning him. Havana was for all I know missing, but that was still no way to talk to my pack. I didn't want the type of dictatorship that scared people into submission. I was content with democracy, but the wolves wanted to continue having one leader.
"Thank you."