I couldn't enjoy my celebration any longer when I read that note. So Dillon and I are currently on our way back home. I look at the road that speeds by as we drive in silence. Even though Dillon drank alcohol is doesn't affect him since he's a wolf and his metabolism digests alcohol twice as fast.
"This makes no f*****g sense," I growl and lean my head against the cool glass of the window. C H and now F? Is there three of them? Or this all just one person trying to mess with us? Another growl erupts from my chest unwillingly as my wolf continues to stress.
"Do you think I can shift?" I ask Dillon taking him by surprise. He's holding onto the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. I'm surprised the wheel hasn't snapped yet.
"Why do you ask?" he questions, turning his attention
