After what seemed like hours, Oliver finally concluded his conversation and returned to the suite, where his friends were still gathered, waiting for him.
“Well?” Reece asked as Oliver took his seat once more, his face inscrutable. “Who was it on the phone?”
Oliver let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. “It was Alpha Brandon,” he said, his voice heavy with fatigue. “He wants to meet with me tomorrow.”
His friends looked at each other, their expressions filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. “Is it because we entered his territory without permission?” Nick questioned, his voice tense with worry.
Reece shook his head, assuring him that he had already informed the alpha of their arrival while driving to catch the helicopter. “Then what does he want to discuss with us?”
