Theodore's POV
The moment I stepped outside, I didn’t waste a second. I got into the car without waiting for Beatrice or Lola. I didn’t have the patience for that—not tonight.
I was angry. Furious.
So, I started the engine and drove off. I didn’t care that they were calling out to me.
“Theodore! Hold on, Theodore!”
I refused to listen. My anger was burning too deep. I didn’t care about traffic lights or rules. I just stepped on the pedal and shot forward, ignoring the calm warning from Zayden, my wolf.
He spoke from within, his tone cautious and steady. “What are you doing, man? Why are you so angry?”
I ignored him too.
Sure, I had already apologized for making him fight Caspian earlier without warning, but that didn’t mean I wanted to talk. Not to Lola. Not to Beatrice. Not even t
