C39 Growing Obsession

AZRIEL

I watched the old man pour himself a drink, his hands visibly shaking on the glass. Axel had summoned him to the pack house the moment he returned from his trip. The reason was known only to Axel.

“Relax, Blackwell. We won’t hurt you,” Asher said, rubbing the old man’s back. The old man forced a smile and slowly brought the drink to his lips.

“Why did you hang up?” Axel asked