“What do you want?” Countering the call, it was the first query Alex asked Ryan. He refused to spend a single moment on this psychotherapist unless it was something extremely crucial. He hated the way he talks.
“She has drowned in the water.”
His brows arched up. “Who?” According to his proficiency, most of the people here knew swimming. And for a werewolf... drowning in such a small lake would be ridiculous.
“Abigail... probably her name is Abigail.”
Alex immediately stood up from his rolling chair with his face washed blank. Abigail, the psychiatrist had drowned? The heck! “What the f*ck are you saying?” He barked.
“There is no guard around the lake and you know, I can't swim. The first person who comes to my mind was you. Save your psychiatrist.”
“Ah, you little... just get her a
