“Am in a very bad mood and you should leave to save your skin,” Ethan warned.
Detective Bradley took a step back, almost mentally placing his hand on the latch of his gun. He could see a murderous glee in the visage of his enemy, Ethan.
“I have a few questions regarding that lady friend of yours,”
“ I don't know anything about her, like I said, am in a very bad mood and don't want to answer questions,” he repeated, hoarsely and whisperingly. “If you don't leave, am going to have to hurt you,” Ethan emphasized, trying to avoid eye contact, he was struggling with his inner wolf to maintain control as he wanted to take over and rip the detective to pieces.
“I don't give a f**k ass what mood you're in. We can have this conversation out here or we can take it to the station.,” he replied,
