Grey and Arya: Asher and Tatum's wolves^^^
*** Tate's View
I was sitting in the living room in the pack house watching a chick flick when I heard the front door open and bang closed.
That's never a good sign.
I paused my movie. Asher came into the living room. Something is up.
"Let's go for a run." He said flatly.
"Okay."
I followed him out the back door. We stripped our clothes and shifted.
His wolf was slightly bigger than mine. He was grey and black with hints of beige and I was just a plain blonde wolf with a hint of grey down my back.
It had been a while since I let my wolf, Arya out. She howled in excitement.
She shook out our fur and stretched. Asher was waiting on me. He and his wolf, Grey, were eerily silent.
You ready?
Yeah.
Follow me.
We grabbed our clothes in our mouths. He took off heading straight away from the pack house into the woods. I followed behind.
It felt great as my paws dug into the ground and I soared dodging trees and bushes as I kept up with him. He was in a hurry.
We ran until we came to a clearing well away from the heart of the pack.
I dropped my clothes and I sat down to catch my breath. Once I could breath normally I shifted back. I slipped on my clothes. He followed.
"Tate." He began. I knew this was going to be bad. Whenever he said my name like that it was never good.
"What did alpha want?"
He took a breath. "What I'm about to tell you cannot under any circumstance leave your mouth."
"Okayyy, I'm not going to like this am I?"
"No. For sake of time I'm going to shorten it. Damon called me to the cells. He has your parents."
"What?! Why!?"
"He thinks that Tori told them where she went. He's hellbent on finding them under any circumstance. Victor is in bad shape. Damon isn't interrogating anymore. He is torturing them to get information."
"What the fuck?! My parents don't know anything. Hell, no one does." I balled my fists. a
"Wait till I get my hands on that piece of shit! I'll..,"
"Tate." He cut me off. "Listen, I'm not done."
"Great. There's more." I said impatiently throwing my hands in the air.
"He commanded me to go get your mother too. He beat the crap out of her but I managed to stop him."
I was seeing red and Arya was trying to claw her way out.
Let's go rip his throat out.
No, he'd kill us. I want him dead too. We can't go off half cocked. I told her.
"The only way I could get him to stop was I told him I had a plan for your parents to find her."
I looked at him with such anger I hoped it burned a hole through his face. How dare he use my parents as bait! I pulled my fist back to punch him but he caught me by the wrist.
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Werewolf"NO!" I screamed as he lunged at me again. His eyes were as black as the sky on a moonless night. He was furious and all I could see in his eyes was my demise. I was knocked on the ground by the bedroom before I could blink an eye and he was loomin...
