EZRA'S P.O.V
She didn't let me explain anything. The remainder of the preparation for the interviews was awkward. Everytime I tried to talk, her eyes would light up in her fiery red, warning me. I don't understand women's minds. She was angry at a dream as if any of us had control over what we dream about.
That however didn't just feel like a normal dream, it felt real. I could physically feel Lydia's fear. I didn't truthfully care if she died but I was however curious what it was she knew that he needed so badly.
Today was the day of the Alpha interviews. I knew Tegan would rock it, but then again I could sense how angry she still was, which may reflect in the interview process.
If she would only allow me to explain myself, she would understand. Hell, she has dreams she has
