WILLOW'S POV.
I had just finished changing the dressing on my wound when a knock came at the door.
“Who is it?” I called, running a hand through my hair.
“It’s Olivia,” came the reply from the other side.
I sighed and walked over, pulling the door open. Olivia stood there, her hair pulled into a loose braid and an unimpressed look on her face.
“Hey,” I greeted quietly.
“Hey,” she said, leaning lazily against the doorframe. “So… your Alpha is here. A guard came to tell me to tell you that Alpha Tyler is asking for you in Alpha Atlas’ office.”
I froze for a second, blinking. “He’s here already?”
Olivia nodded, rolling her eyes. “Apparently. And before you ask, no, I’m not going to see him. If he asks for me, tell him I traveled to a faraway pack—preferably one he can’t reach in this
