Oliver's POV
Victoria was stunned when she pushed me hard, and I could tell she couldn't believe she was that strong because she didn't know she was a werewolf. Victoria has no idea of what she is capable of, and I could see the concern on her face when I hit my body hard on the wall, and I groaned, feigning to be in pain because I wanted her to come closer to me and help me. I tried to laugh away my frustrations when she ran away from me.
I am aware that Victoria felt troubled about me, but I didn't feel any pain at all, and I slowly walked back to our table, and I became more down when I realized she had already left with Declan.
"We need to go, Keisha," I said, and she creased her forehead as she looked at me.
"Our dessert has not yet been served; I wanted the tiramisu since I had been craving it for many days now, and we can't cancel it now." She declared.
