Cole's POV
"Will you tell me what's happening now?" Matt asked, elegantly wiping his hands with a serviette.
We had arrived at Rosie's Diner, my irritation from an earlier email still lingering. We ate in silence—not the suffocating kind, though it contrasted with my sour mood. The greasy meal was far from ideal, but we couldn’t complain; the pack house was too far away to get a proper hearty meal.
"What do you mean?" I replied nonchalantly, taking the last sip of the espresso I’d ordered—a bitter drink to match the shitty events I needed to sort out.
"Damn, Cole, you've been keeping secrets lately. You’ve been angry and out of it ever since we went to your brother's pack unannounced. And no, don't tell me the air there made you sick. It’s more than that, and I want to know what it is,
