[Chase’s POV]
As the cabin was out of reach, I shifted in to my wolf-form, feeling the anger radiating from my wolf, as the thought of Brad’s actions burned in to my mind.
“I’m going to rip his head off!” My wolf growled inside my head, as he was fighting to get in control.
“No, I need to talk to him first, then you can do whatever you want with him!” I replied in a warning tone.
He made quite a fuzz, but at last he accepted it.
After almost an hour of running nonstop, we arrived close to the pack house. Charlie was greeting me at the foot of the forrest.
“So, did you find out anything new?” I asked him in a serious tone, as Charlie’s face seemed tensed and on the edge.
“No, he is refusing to talk to anyone but you!” He replied, making me frown. Charlie’s face became more agitated
