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.

neck and had him slammed against the bookshelves

you have something to do with this?" Tate hissed through clenched teeth as his eyes darkened dangerously, solemnly focused on his

wheezed through the little amount of

that's something Adrian

mad. If werewolves had

what I hoped was a firm voice. Though, I

as he closed his mouth

towards an alpha was

releasing Dale. It could of been possible Dale might've possibly knew something, but Tate wasn't going to get anywhere

I did the only 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

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

a hesitant step

a sigh. Looking back up his eyes were back to there

beyond irritated and tired, I felt

Tate who didn't answer me and just grabbed my waist and slammed me into his chest, holding me

on?" Dale asked in horror as he looked at me, the

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

in shock as he looked between the two of us. Either

"-though that phone call just made this a whole

nodded slowly as he slowly comprehended

said in awe, "-you mean those things actually exist?" Dale asked in

glared at Dale as a grin played

yes, we exist," I snapped as I narrowed my