OLIVIA
As I walked to the bleacher seats, Alfred's hand holding mine, I looked over my shoulder and watched as Dillon leaned against his car helplessly. He hasn't moved from that position since. Nothing seems to be going according to Carly's plan. I know that because I followed Alfred to the bleacher seats against my will. I can't seem to control my body.
Alfred clears his throat into my ear, "How will you like being my Luna?"
"What are you doing to me?" I manage to ask.
He frowns, "What are you talking about? Am I already making you feel some type of way?"
Dillon is now pacing around, something he does when he is angry or panicking.
"Hey, Dillon!" Alfred calls, his voice so loud its echoes through my head making it ache. "Let us get the business done!"
The pack members are quiet,
