Third-Person POV
Nolan left the kitchen, and the second he did, Felicity was there.
He was trying to figure out what the hell Alpha Alaric was playing at, pulling Ellie aside for a private conversation — but for now, he needed answers about what had happened while he’d been out of the room.
He’d barely been gone five minutes, and somehow Felicity and Ellie had managed to cause a scene again.
He stood stiffly, arms crossed over his chest, Felicity standing a little too close to his side.
“What the hell happened?” he asked, his tone sharp.
“I don’t know,” Felicity said, her voice taking on a slight, calculated whine. “I was minding my own business and Ellie suddenly starts freaking out, making paranoid accusations about someone messing with her food.”
“And?” Nolan pressed, irritation
