You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 66

Wolfsbane was spilled onto her again. I gripped the phone tighter. In the middle of her agonizing cry, the video ended.

It was only then did I realize how my whole body was shaking. Tears soaked my face, dripping down my chin and onto my shirt. My hands gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. I could feel the blood draining from my body, a cold darkness sweeping over me. But I wasn't scared.

I was furious.

My eyes were dilating and I could feel my wolf itching to come out of my body. However, I held it in. I had enough with whoever was playing sick jokes on me. They were hurting everyone I loved for a reason I'm not even sure of. To get as far as making my mom suffer made my stomach turn and cause a burning hatred to build up.

I knew what I had to do. I had to find my mom and kill the person behind it all. Even if I die, I die fighting. My mom has done so much for me and now, it was my turn.

Scrolling down the screen to the very bottom of the message, my claws were already coming out. A simple message was on the bottom. 'Old Gerry's Donuts Warehouse. 9:30 PM. Fail to show up and your mother dies.'

I checked my watch. 8:00 PM

Stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I strode towards the garage of the Pack House, taking Weston's keys. Opening their secret cabinets, I stuffed a gun that shot bullets coated with wolfsbane, three grenades, and a silver long dagger that was coated with wolfsbane into the trunk of the Crescent Pack's back up car.

The road to the warehouse was empty. This part of town has been the less crowded. Usually, this was the best place to put annual carnivals because it was so open and not many civilization was put within a ten mile radius. The Old Gerry's Donuts Warehouse was once here, but had closed down about twenty years ago.

The warehouse was torn down, the paint peeling off the walls. Some letter of the name had fallen so now it read, "Od err's Dnts."

I parked about a mile down from the warehouse. Therefore, whoever this Silver Bullet was couldn't hear my car as I arrived. I hid behind a bush, my whole body sweating from the nervousness of them all. I eyed the warehouse cautiously and flinched as I saw movement from behind a window and a light turning on.

I strapped on my belt, stuffing the three wolfsbane grenades and the silver dagger into the pockets. I stuck the gun in the waistband of my jeans and under my shirt, feeling the cool metal against my hot skin. As I thought of how to approach and tried to devise a plan in my head, I heard not one, but two screams of pain.