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 slammed

this?" Tate hissed through clenched teeth as his

wheezed through the little amount of air he

think that's something Adrian would

looked beyond mad. If werewolves had heightened temper, imagine

said in what I hoped was a firm

mouth in a thin line,

towards an alpha was always

he had no intentions of releasing Dale. It could of been possible Dale

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

in less than a second his eyes were pitch black and he was breathing forcefully through

a hesitant step

back up his eyes were back to there usual shade of

and tired,

little refreshment," I mumbled almost guiltily. I risked a glance at Tate who didn't answer me and just grabbed my

Dale asked in horror as he looked at me, the vase and back

tried to burn this place done with his Elemental and tried to burn us alive. That psycho turned out to be

he looked between the two of us. Either he genuinely has nothing

"-though that phone call

as he slowly

said in awe, "-you

glared at Dale as a grin played on

aren't things. And yes, we exist," I snapped