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.

the scruff of his neck and had

to do with this?" Tate hissed through clenched teeth

through the

that's something Adrian would

werewolves had heightened temper, imagine

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

Dale said his eyes darkening as he closed his mouth in a thin line, trying

not, growling towards an alpha was always

of been possible Dale might've possibly knew

room. Lifting up my palm

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

took a hesitant step

this, Tate huffed and covered his face with a sigh. Looking back up his eyes were back

looked beyond irritated and

I mumbled almost guiltily. I risked a glance at Tate who didn't answer me and just grabbed my waist and slammed me

horror as he looked at me, the vase

to burn us alive. That psycho turned out to be Duncan," I said

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

that phone call just made this

as

said Elemental," Dale said in awe, "-you mean

glared at Dale as

I