Chapter Eighteen

Charlie’s POV

The idea of me having a wolf was strange and oddly exciting, a wolf that my father had kept at bay for the last seven years and I wondered how he did it. Max told me that I was being drugged but how, I barely ate, I made my own drinks, my bedroom door was always locked at night so how had he done it.

“Can you take me to see him?” I knew I was pushing my luck but had to ask

Max stared at me, I knew he was weighing up his options “Tomorrow, you need to rest right now, you had a big operation”

I sigh, I knew I was pushing it but I had questions I needed to ask my father “Okay” I agree with Max, I will rest “How long have I been in hospital?”

“Two days” I nod, trying to figure out what day it is, just like he knew what I was thinking “It’s Thursday”

Just two days until my eighteenth, at least I would be able to make my own choices then, as much as I