“Still no word from him yet?” Callum asked as he sat down in the comfortable blue chair opposite Ryan. Callum saw the way Ryan clenched his hands into fist and his jaw so rich he fear his friend might bust his jaw. “What the f**k is he playing at?” Callum muttered. “Where the hell is he!” Ryan didn’t know how to answer. How was he to tell his friend what he knew. Guilt built up inside mixing with his anger making a disastrous and dangerous mix. Ryan felt his wolfs power Increasing everyday the his best friend was away. He tired his best to suppress all of his feelings knowing eventually what the outcome would be.
A large hand was being waved in his face and his name was being echoed around in his head. Ryan took hold of Callum’s hand. “f**k off.” Ryan growled pushing him back.
“f**k yo
