Trevor
Jace tries to take a nip at my arm that’s holding the gun. So I put it down and put my hands in the air. If this is what my Alpha wants, I am going to obey. I just don’t know what the f**k has gotten into him. He had crazy, rabid look on his face. He let out another warning growl before shifting.
Without saying anything he runs to the sound. Definitely rabies. That’s the only logically explanation I can find. I pick up the gun because somebody needs to save his ass.
I follow him and see him leaning over a person who he scoops. I peak around to see that it’s Riley. Oh. I see what happened. Well, I guess today is his lucky day because he doesn’t have rabies.
“You know, could have just said something instead of attacking me,” I tell Jace.
“Sorry about that. I just overreacted.
