Chapter 72 His Desires.

"Oh my goodness, somebody help us!" I yell from inside his office, but no one hears me, so I rush out and call for help a second time but there's also no response.

Seeing as the day is dark I won't be surprised if everyone has gone to bed, the unfortunate part is that this night owl chose the wrong time to collapse.

I rush to his side and shake him.

"..." He's groaning from pain, turning his face side to side.

With his teeth clashing against each other, and veins throbbing out on his forehead, his physical appearance would also switch between human and werewolf. It's almost as if he's fighting back an urge.

"Dexter, are you okay? Can you please say something!" I ask while shaking him, but there isn't any response other than groans of pain.

Worriedly I help him up, tapping lightly on his left cheek as I try to get him to be conscious.

"Can you hear me? Nod your head if you can Dexter," I say to him.

Suddenly he starts pushing my hand away from him, his strength seeming weaker than mine