ANYA'S POV
In no time, we reached the pack house. Unfortunately for me—or perhaps for Chase's mother—she was the first person I met. But this time, I didn't give a damn about her intentions or anything else. While Ethan and Owen were still showing their respect, I had already swept past her side.
"Don't you have any manners?" she retorted angrily, her voice sharp enough to cut through the quiet hallway. But my reply to her only made her realize I wasn't in the mood for her usual supremacy.
"Not now, Evelyn!" I yelled back, not even breaking my stride.
I had a more pressing matter to deal with.
I prayed and hoped that Chase was still in the bedroom where I'd left him this morning. I mean, I hadn't even spent an hour at that school before I returned home, furious. I yanked the door open
