My Best Friend was a Werewolf

Chapter 7: Chase Passed Anger Management 1000

"This book sucks," Chase said. He closed it and let his hand lay on top of the black cover. I felt his eyes on me. "I don't understand how any of these words are going to help me be a better werewolf or whatever."

We were in my car again. I was driving this time and Chase was seated comfortably in the passenger seat. He had been scanning over the pages while I focused on the highway. My only company had seemed to be the soft lull of the radio while he was busy reading. It was early on a Sunday morning. We had experienced a relatively calm couple of weeks. There was hardly talk of supernatural and I had refrained from asking Chase about his reading of the book. I handed it over to him shortly after I came into possession of it. I ended up giving him a deadline of meeting with Carver and he was using every last minute he had.

"That's what we have Carver for," I pointed out.

Chase rolled his eyes. "No offence, Amelia, but I don't think this guy is going to be the savior you think he is."

"I never said he was a savior," I grumbled.

"I know, I know," Chase said with a sigh. "Can you blame me for being less than enthused about all this?"

"No, but..."

"And maybe this is just one of these things that you just need experience with," Chase said quickly. "You can't expect one dude to teach me how to be a werewolf with one chapter out of a book."

"At least we're trying," I pointed out. I glanced over at the book in his lap. "There had to be something in there that was helpful."

"It's almost all just about how aggressive and territorial werewolves get," Chase said. He knocked his knuckles against the hardback cover.

"I guess it's all about controlling your emotions and remaining calm then," I suggested.

Chase shrugged. "I guess so."

I was a little nervous for the day ahead of us. Carver had asked me to bring Chase and meet up with him at one of the local parks in Memphis. It was turning out to be a large stretch of trees and patches of grass along the Mississippi River. There were loads of signs for different paths and plenty of picnic tables and benches around. The parking lot was partially full and I could see a few people jogging on the paved paths.

Chase's car door slammed shut as I was still standing with mine open. I was trying to spot Carver, but his face was nowhere to be seen.

"This is the right place?" Chase asked.

I nodded and finally closed my car door. It was a beautiful sunny day and the temperature had started warming up nicely for the beginning of March. I had a loose t-shirt on and a pair of tight jeans. My hands felt awkward without having a coat pocket to be stuck in. I wandered onto the pathway with Chase at my side, looking around.

"There he is," Chase said. He drew my attention towards a person walking on the path towards us with his pointed finger.

Carver looked different to me. He looked more laid back than I was used to. He just had on a black shirt and a pair of jeans. His gait was relaxed, like he had no where to be. A pair of dark sunglasses covered up his eyes.

"This guy isn't going to teach me anything," Chase grumbled as he shook his head lightly.

I let a small smile find its way on my face. Chase's obvious dislike for Carver was beginning to amuse me at this point. He barely knew the guy, but he had already decided he wasn't a fan.

Carver slowed and came to a stop when he stood before us. His gaze settled on Chase. "You ready?"

"Ready for what?" Chase asked.