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.

Dale by the scruff of his neck and

through clenched teeth as his eyes darkened dangerously, solemnly focused

wheezed through the little amount of air he had in his

Adrian would say," Tate

beyond mad. If werewolves had heightened temper, imagine an

in what I hoped was a firm voice. Though,

down," Dale said his eyes darkening as he closed his mouth in a thin line, trying to stop the growl from

growling towards an alpha was always counted as

It could of been possible Dale might've possibly knew

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

less than a second his eyes were pitch black

a hesitant

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

beyond irritated and tired,

mumbled almost guiltily. I risked a glance at Tate who didn't answer me and

someone tell me whats going on?" Dale asked in horror

this place 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

in our beta Duncan?" Dale asked in shock as he looked between the two of us. Either he

gruffly said, "-though that phone call

slowly as he slowly comprehended

Elemental," Dale said in awe, "-you mean those things actually

at Dale

we exist," I snapped as I