“Noah, this isn’t…”
“No, Sol. You don’t get to f*****g play dress up and go off to f*****g get closer to death.” Noah was yelling and I kept my face passive.
I took a breath. “Noah, please remember we are in the presence of company.”
“No! f**k them! You are not f*****g going! Last time you ended up in laid up for a month, Sol. A month and how much time did that actually take off your life? Hm? Two weeks? Three weeks? A month?”
“Noah, please…” I looked pleadingly at Finn but there was anger reflecting in his eyes as well. His body language wasn’t much better.
Noah stomped over to me and grabbed my arm. “Alpha, stop. Stop this bullshit. You’re already dying. What more can he want from you? More of your life? You’ve done enough.”
Pulling my arm out of his grip, my patience finally waine
