Jake
A familiar feeling of deja vu lingers around me as I hold Olivia in my arms, but also try to fish for her phone on the ground. Mine is long gone, most likely crushed during either the shift or the fight, but I did manage to quickly send the SOS to Aron, the second I smelled trouble. And by trouble I mean the mercenary rogues that decided to completely ruin my day. Not that I was in a very good mood anyway, but I still didn't need the extra hassle. Not when I was trying to find a way to ask Olivia to accompany me and the guys to London. Not when I was wrecking my brain to navigate the logistics of not outing us as werewolves in front of her.
"Well that ship has sailed, so you better get over it, and fast." I hear my wolf's voice in my head, but it's not as snappy or sarcastic as I'm
