His Appearance

[Mason’s POV]

When we arrived back at the pack grounds, my younger self was outside pacing. An aura of fear and worry radiating from him disappeared entirely the minute his eyes found Danica.

"About time!" He called, rushing forward. "I was about to send a search party out for all of you."

"We ran into a…problem." I responded as Danica tensed.

"Problem?"

Nodding, I waited as my younger self’s eyes came to find the woman that was hanging limply over my shoulder.

"Isn’t that Amy?" He gasped, rushing forward to get a better look. "What happened to her? What did you do?"

"Mason," Danica said quietly, stepping between him and me. "She attacked me."

At her words, my younger self’s face fell and his eyes flashed a dangerous shade of gold. Good, at least we were on the same page with this.

"Repeat that." He said slowly, clearly trying to remain calm.

"Later." Danica sighed. "First, we should go inside. I think Heather isn’t feeling well."

Letting out a string of profanities, my younger self n