Chapter 77
Chelsea
Dylan was now sitting in the shotgun seat, his eyes closed.
“Hunny, are you sleeping? We're almost back at home.” Not sure if he was asleep, I asked.
“Dylan?” I called him again, but got no response still. I lightly tapped his arm, still nothing. He was in a deep sleep.
“That's really a close one. You would have recalled everything if I didn't drop wolfsbane behind your ear in time.” A smirk drew in my lips.
I gave Dylan another glare, and then gripped the steering wheel tightly. The anger was still boiling in my system after he suddenly stopped being all touchy and intimate to me earlier.
The officer told me that Dylan came to rescue Cherry from all the inmates that I paid to beat her up.
“Dylan, you might have forgotten about Cherry, but your wolf remember
