Olivia's POV
"Olivia!"
Two voices sounded at the same time, loud and angry.
One voice made me wonder if I was in trouble, until the owner of the voice approached me with a scared expression on his face. Enzo.
I was startled by his gentle touch; his worried expression left me speechless.
He examined my dislocated arm, without sparing a single glance at his wife, who was still fuming in rage from afar.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled out with a shaky voice that sounded as though he could feel my pain.
"Get away from my wife!" Hunter grabs Enzo's shirt and pushes him away from me.
His eyes glowed as his wolf fought to come out.
Hunter and Enzo growl at each other.
The hatred between them is stronger than the scent of spilled coffee.
I used my hand to try getting up
