Lennox's POV
Olivia looked hurt and worried by what Louis had said, and I completely understood her feelings.
"I'll go talk to him," I said.
She didn't say anything at all. She only nodded.
I pulled myself out of the water, grabbed my shirt, and left the pool area. I still didn't have my wolf, but my sense of smell was intact—sharp enough to guide me. At least I had that.
I found Louis in Levi's room.
They had clearly been talking, but the moment I walked in, the conversation died. The air went thick and heavy.
I sat on the edge of Levi's bed, the heavy silence of the room pressing against my chest. Louis was still staring out the window, his jaw tight enough to snap, while Levi leaned against the dresser, his arms crossed in a defensive posture.
"I'm not betraying anyone," I said finally, my voice rough. "And I'm not sneaking around behind your backs."
