Chapter 8

Zea's POV

"That werewolf filth has to get out of this town, or I will," I hissed angrily at the phone.

“And how does the lady plan to accomplish this? Do you want to run into their pack house with a gun and shoot them all?" Cole's sarcastic voice came from the receiver.

I stopped in the middle of the street. A light seemed to dawn on me and a big grin spread across my lips.

"That's it!" I then screamed.

"What? No, no, no, God Zea, that was fun. "You can't shoot them all!" Cole shouted in a slight panic, but I nodded eagerly until I realized that he couldn't see me.

“They tore me apart before I could even pull out the weapon. "No, no, Cole, I have to gain their trust first and then I'll clean the city of this scum," I said enthusiastically.

"Winning the werewolves' trust?" my best friend then asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, it won't be that hard," I waved him off and Cole sighed.

"Just change, Zea," he tried to change