Chapter 147

 Never be, so, stop dreaming, go home, and don't show up before me, until I return” he warned and darted away.

The lady he referred to as Morgan, bit her lower lip and glared at his back briefly, before she turned away in frustration, she shape-shifted into a wolf and leapt forward, running away, quickly, leaving the meadow.

Jeane after ending the call, she quickly got into her car, throwing caution to the wind, she was anxious about Sam's situation, she drove out of the house, glancing at the screen of her phone.

The phone's screen light came on, she picked it up, and saw the address, she drove faster, and sped down the tarred road.

Jeame got into the courtyard, he knew Jeane wanted to show him her favorite spot, the swing, he walked towards it, he instinctively frowned, when he didn't hear her heartbeat.

He saw the swing empty, he started sensing the smell of Jeane, but could get any of her scent around the house, he became apprehensive.

“Hey you, you are at home? She has driven out” one of the guards, guarding the mansion said to him, Jeame turned briefly, and listened to his heartbeat, he knew, he wasn't lying.

He ran to the gate, and opened it, before the gate man could say anything, he was out, he sensed both sides of the road, he smelt the direction Jeane had gone to, he ran towards it, using his wolf strength.

Sylvester stood from the wooden floor he sat, and strode out of the house, he opened the back of the trunk.

And saw the dead body of the man he had killed in the club, he dragged him out of the trunk, and carried him on the shoulder.

He lay him on the floor, and brought a small knife from his pocket, and cut his palm with it, he folded his palm and pressed his mouth opened.

Droplets of blood fell into his mouth, after few droplets of blood, he healed up, he dragged the man away from the sitting in a corner of the house, that is dark.

He returned to the sitting room and strode out of the house, he entered his trunk and drove out of the fenced old castle, his headlights pointing towards the City.

The manager sat in the front seat with angry Berger, the murderous aura emanating from his body, made him nervous.

“Sir, can I leave?” he asked, his forehead sweaty, he couldn't wait to be set free, his hands shook unwittingly, Berger faced him with a poker face.

“No” he answered coldly.

Just then, a young man strode pass the car in the parking lot, that the both of them were sitting on.

Stan, he had decided to change his night-out location, after the romp with the lady, in the bar the other night, he felt it would be better not to be caught, and accused of rape, he strode towards the bar casually, hoping to run