Alexander POV
My wolf, Adam, pranced around in my head since my conversation with the little witch. He was on edge all evening. He needed to wait and calm down. When we were in the plotting stages of this big plan, I would go to see Hazel once or twice a month. Adam hated the little witch but would eventually calm down at the thought of his limited play time. That little visit would be the only thing that kept him under control until we went back to see her.
It’s been almost three months since we last went to visit. He was quite restless and I noticed that his aggression pushed through more lately. That could be a dangerous combination but it meant that people would fear me more. A thought that brought a smile to my face.
My phone chimed, breaking me away from my thoughts. I picked it
