It was hard to protect a secret nowadays with all the technology and Theodore’s inability to keep a low profile.
Theodore realized that nearly too late. Indeed, he received an anonymous letter that said: Sweet date, lover or mate? We wonder…
The words albeit simple made him spring into action. Within minutes, he was outside, driving his car as if the devil himself was on his tail. He called Emily multiple times but she didn’t pick up.
His blood froze and then started boiling over. His beast wanted out. And they both wanted blood.
If anything were to happen to his mate - he was not thinking pessimistically, mind you, just being realistic - he shall turn the world upside down, and bury the mother fucker who dared to touch his mate alive after setting him on fire.
His car was bare
