Peter's POV
I immediately walked off after thanking Mr Harry. I was heading to the school parking lot where my car was parked.
I rarely used it because I preferred most times to just shift and let Flames ride.
He loved to roam free, letting the wind brush through his brown fur, but running all the way to the pack house would be too tiring.
Flames and I understood each other very much just the way it should be between an Alpha and his wolf.
"Peter, you have to be careful." Mr Harry said behind me. I hadn't even realised that he had followed me out here.
“Do you know anything about the attack?” I asked him.
“I don't know the details, but I was told it was a set of rouges. It seems it's not really that serious.” He explained.
“I hope so.” I said as the worry lines etched on my face
