Mason
“Tell me, Mason, what day is it?” Callum cackles.
“Shut up.”
What did I do to get an obnoxious wolf like him!?
“Oh right… it has been nine days since the infamous date… where are you with our mate?” he asks.
Nowhere!
No-fuckin-Where!
I blame Wissam… and the fuckers who attacked us…Which we have not managed to identify yet!
I would not put it past Wissam to have planned this attack on my pack with the sole objective of ruining my date.
“And risk a war against his pack? We are known to be ruthless; No one would dare to do that knowing the consequences for their pack.” Callum counters.
Stupid men do stupid things for women.
“Plus, we would have known if it were the Yellow Stone werewolves. They are lame fighters.” My wolf adds.
True…
But then who were they?
We did not see
