He had stormed out, no thoughts in his head as he stormed to Mika's room. The red haired werewolf wasn't shocked, he was well aware of Philip's lack of awareness about personal space. They stood standing for a bit, looking at each other while his friend examined the Alpha, a skeptical look on his face. Philip was mad, he could tell that much from the broodiness in his expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked him. He was gathering his stuff, fixing his suitcase and all before he was bothered by the tall man. Philip walked in his heavy boots making a loud noise on the recently mopped floor and sat on the only chair in the small room. Dragging it and making Mika shiver from the screeching sound.
"Pack your stuff, we are leaving." the werewolf said and he scoffed. He knew that already he didn't see the reason why Philip would be coming here to tell him.
"I know that already and as you can see I am already getting ready to go. Did you come here just for that?"
