Olivia's POV
Louis dragged me into the study room and slammed the door shut behind us. He was fuming… his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth would crack. He paced like a caged wolf, chest rising and falling in harsh, furious waves. His anger filled the entire room, pressing against my skin like scorching heat.
I was angry too—but not the same kind of anger burning through him.
I turned to him sharply. "You shouldn't have said those words to him, Louis."
He snapped back instantly, "And he shouldn't have SLAPPED you."
I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "I said hurtful things to him. You KNOW Lennox's temper. I pushed him. I triggered him."
Louis threw his hands up. "That doesn't give him the right to touch you," Louis growled. His wolf flickered right under his skin, ready to break out. "I don't care what you said—he doesn't get to raise a hand on you."
His wolf was pushing forward so strongly it filled the whole room. I could feel the heat… the rage rolling off him.
