It was at that moment that I realized that Chase had no clue that the cat was out of the bag, and that I knew everything. Well, not everything, but enough to know that he was a werewolf.
“Jacob, enough! Go back to my room and stay there.” I told him over my shoulder, while I kept my eyes on Chase, still worried that he is going to retaliate.
“But Raven…” Jacob moves to argue, but before I could even argue back with him, Chase leaves out one hell of a growl, making Jacob rethink his argument, as he takes off for my room, slamming the door behind him.
Chase’s eyes followed Jacob back into the hallway, and I stared at him, watching his chest heaving for air, as it was clear that he was trying to calm himself down. But when the door slammed shut, Chase’s eyes moved back to mine, and there
