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

clenched teeth as his eyes darkened dangerously,

the little

that's something Adrian

beyond mad. If werewolves had heightened

said in what I hoped was a firm

closed his mouth in

growling towards an

Dale. It could of been possible Dale might've possibly

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 than a second his eyes were pitch

a hesitant

covered his face with a sigh. Looking back up his eyes were back

looked beyond irritated and

glance at Tate who didn't answer me and just grabbed my waist

horror as he looked at me,

to burn us alive. That psycho

as he looked between the two of us. Either he genuinely has

phone call just

slowly as

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

Dale as a grin

I snapped as I narrowed my