"You need to run, I can feel your wolf's anxiety from here," Keaton remarks, standing at the office door.
I look up from his desk where I've been sitting in my pajamas for almost twelve hours, going over maps and documents that may anticipate where BloodAsh's next attack will be. They seem to be targeting weak packs who don't have a strong defense system. Tracking them down could save lives and destruction of more packs.
"I'm in the middle of something," I snap, reaching for the coffee pot, and about to pour myself my fifteenth cup of coffee.
"Okay that's enough," Keaton grabs the pot from me, rushing to the desk with his inhuman speed.
"Give it back!" I growl, reaching for the pot, only to have him lift it high in the air. "It's the only thing keeping me awake."
"Papers down. Run now
