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.

scruff of his neck and had him slammed against

with this?" Tate hissed through clenched teeth as his eyes darkened dangerously, solemnly

through the

Adrian would

mad. If werewolves had heightened temper, imagine an

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

down," Dale said his eyes darkening as he closed his mouth in

growling towards an

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

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

immediately growled as he turned around and appeared in front of me in less than a second his eyes

took a hesitant

Tate huffed and covered his face with a sigh. Looking back up his eyes were back to there

and tired, I felt

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

asked in horror as he

us alive. That psycho turned out to be Duncan," I said in a nonchalant

our beta Duncan?" Dale asked in shock as he looked between the two of us. Either he genuinely has nothing to do with it

gruffly said, "-though that phone call just made this a

slowly as he

"-you mean those things

scoffed, offended. I glared at Dale as a

And yes, we exist," I snapped as I