***Austin***
I open the door, relieved to see Ollie sitting stone-faced on the sofa. I step through, shut the door, and take a seat opposite him. The silence is thick, and we sit in it for a full minute before I speak. I’m still furious, but I need to level myself first or I’ll say something I can’t take back.
“Ella thankfully managed to defend herself tonight. Against seven rogues. Seven souls she didn’t have to take. Where were you?”
Ollie drops his face into his hands, shaking his head like he already knows he’s earned every ounce of my anger. I let out a growl of frustration, low in my throat.
“What’s going on with you, man? This isn’t just pre-eighteenth angst. I’m pissed off. But this… this isn’t you. I need to know what’s happening. As your alpha, and as your friend.”
He lifts
