Chapter 5

Olivia Martins

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”

Caspian’s loud voice cut through the tension in the air, and as soon as he saw me, he rushed towards me and swept me into his arms. His hand cradled my head, but I winced as his fingers brushed against my tender scalp. It still stung from Bridget’s harsh pull, and he noticed. It only made him angrier. “Who the fuck did this to you?” He demanded as his fingers gently traced the scratch marks on my neck and the red handprint on my cheek.

He took in my tear-stained cheeks, my puffy red eyes, and my crushed figure, and his anger evaporated; his eyes filled with concern.

“Olivia.” He whispered, his thumb gently wiping my tears away. His eyes flashed red as his wolf fought to take over. I gripped his hand tightly and shook my head.

“Don’t.” I whispered urgently. He struggled for a moment, his body rigid with tension, but I held him firmly. His wolf wanted justice, but letting him out would only complicate thi