“Explain what?” I asked, confusion lining my furrowed brows. My eyes fluttered from the brown ones of Freya and Owen, the dark one of Matt, to the light blue ones of Lia, then to the grey ones of Becca, and finally to Lydia.
They exchanged knowing looks before looking at me with a guarded expression, but their eyes betrayed them, telling more than their mouths would, and I huffed in frustration.
“Just tell me,” I snapped. The words came out sharper than I intended, and guilt rushed in as their startled faces stared back at me. “I apologize. I am just frustrated and annoyed. Lucan had been so closed off that getting anything out of him felt like snatching prey from a beast, and I can’t handle being treated like that.” I said through gritted teeth, my fist curling tightly.
“The alpha has
