Werewolf Committee

"Do you know an Adrian?"

As soon as the words left Dales lips my head snapped to his. My mouth fell open as I looked at him in shock, meanwhile Dale stared at us in wait for an answer.

"Did he just say Adrian?" I murmured in a low voice as I shot Tate a look. Tate's eyes were calmly focused on Dale as he slowly walked towards Dale who held out the phone impatiently.

Surely it couldn't be Adrian, Adrian.

"Hello?" Tate grunted into the phone as he looked up at me, his hazel eyes reassuring me.

There has to be at least another hundred Adrian's right?

Tate just stood there for a moment and didn't say anything. I could just imagine the other line listening to his short, steady breaths.

Dale and I didn't dare speak as we silently watched Tate. After what felt like hours but were only mere seconds, Tate let out a huff and slammed the phone down onto its receiver.

"They hung up," he mumbled as he squeezed his eyes shut and ran a hand through his hair, lightly tugging at it.

"Who's Adrian?" Dale asked the million dollar question as his question lingered in the air, no one bothering to answer.

"An ex lover maybe?" He chimed in as he looked at Tate with an amused smirk.

I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak, but in less than a second he disappeared from my line of vision and my head snapped to the wall where he was pushed up against.

"Tate!" I gasped.

of his neck and had him

Tate hissed through clenched teeth as his eyes darkened dangerously, solemnly focused on his

about!" Dale wheezed through the little amount of air he

that's something Adrian would say," Tate

If werewolves had heightened

said in what I hoped was a firm voice. Though, I was successfully

as he closed his mouth in a thin line, trying to stop the growl from escaping his

or not, growling towards an alpha

It could of been possible

thing I could think of. A little grin played on my lips as I glanced over to the small vase hiding in the corner of the room. Lifting up my palm I motioned towards it and moved my hand over to where Tate and Dale stood. The water mimicked my motions and in

as he turned around and appeared in front of me in less

took a hesitant step

huffed and covered his face with a sigh. Looking back up his eyes were back to there usual shade of

irritated and tired,

didn't answer me and just grabbed my waist and slammed me into his chest, holding me in a tight

on?" Dale asked in horror

done with his Elemental and tried to burn us alive. That psycho turned out to be Duncan," I said in a nonchalant voice, as if I were talking about

two of us. Either he genuinely has nothing to do with it or

said, "-though that phone call

slowly as he

said in awe, "-you

scoffed, offended. I glared at Dale as a grin played on Tate's

exist," I snapped as I narrowed my