Ares' POV
I make the five minute trip to Alex's house, not even bothering to lock the car after I get out, sure I'm going to be on my way out of the pack soon enough.
I knock on the last door I can think of, ready to get this over with before I can be on my way and come face to face with Chloe and I have to stop my lip from curling when I remember that she was one of the last people to see my spitfire happy, my jealously irrational but real.
"Hey. Where's Thomas?" she asks and I immediately know this is a waste of time. I turn in my heel about to leave when a hand catches my arm making me turn around slowly with a raised brow.
Chloe is standing there with her nails digging into me as I look at her, but the sternest doesn't phase her as she tightens her grip on my arm. "Where's Thomas?" she repeats harsher and I allow my eyes to glare red before I raise my lip in a snarl, making her let go of my arm like it's burning coal as she gasps and steps back.
