OLIVIA
"Stay in the car," Dillon orders when he parks his cruiser outside the pack house.
"What's happening?" I ask as he unbuckles the seat belts and opens the door to hop out. "Why are there so many people there and why are they angry?"
"I'll tell you everything when I handle the situation."
"Let me come along and help you, am I not your Luna?" I ask eager to find out what the fuss is about.
"I'll handle it, Ollie," he says and shuts the door.
He growls once and the crowd parts, making way for him to pass. The moment he gets into the pack house, the pack members continue howling and yelling things I can't make out.
Curious, I leave the car and make my way to the crowd. I can't growl so I tap people's shoulders one by one, asking them to move aside as I push my way to the front of
