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.

his neck and had him slammed

hissed through clenched teeth as

wheezed through the little

Adrian would

werewolves had heightened temper,

said in what I hoped was a

darkening as he closed his mouth in a thin

growling towards an alpha was always counted as

clear he had no intentions of releasing Dale. It could of been possible Dale might've possibly knew something, but Tate wasn't going

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

appeared in front of me in less than a second his eyes

took a hesitant

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

beyond irritated and tired, I felt

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

Dale asked in horror as he looked at me, the

and tried to burn this place done with his Elemental and tried to burn us alive. That psycho turned out to be Duncan," I said in a nonchalant

the two of us. Either he genuinely has nothing to do with it or he was a

said, "-though that phone call just

as he slowly comprehended

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

Dale as a

we exist," I snapped as I narrowed my eyes