Oliver and I went back to the pack house through the crowd. Rhett, Ansel, Jackson, and Argonathe waited patiently for us. Oliver shook like a leaf next to me, but he kept his chin up. The whole pack could’ve smelt his overwhelming fear. This better be worth it. Argonathe has to help us after this.
We stopped in front of Argonathe, who looked Oliver up and down with curious eyes. As much as I’d tried to pump Rhonda and Oliver full of food the past few days, he was rail thin. His skin was greyish pale and his typically silky smooth black hair was now dull and choppy.
“What do you want to know?” Oliver spat out at Argonathe, who raised his brows.
“I need information about the coven and I hear you’ve seen them first hand recently.” Argonathe tilted his head.
“Fine. Ask away.” Oliver motion
