Atlas:
I shifted back into my wolf form, making myself more appropriate for the old bat.
“There, now tell me where the charm is that has my mate inside of it.” I growled, plopping onto my fuzzy ass in frustration.
“No.” She replied flatly.
“WHAT!? I complied with your request, old crone! TELL US where the charm is before I rip your damn throat out!” I bared my teeth to her, snapping at the air in a warning.
“Enough Atlas. Agnes will tell us what we want to know.” Doris looked at the old woman slyly.
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Doris.” The old dust rug scoffed as she crossed her legs, and adjusted the big black dress she wore.
Doris stepped up to the old woman invading her personal space.
“Turn your heads boys. I need to shift and after the lovely things you have called Agnes… w
