Hellen perched tense on the living room sectional's edge, her ice-blue eyes drilling into Emily's blotchy, tear-streaked face—crimson blush warring with glassy emerald fury, raven curls quivering like storm-tossed branches around her trembling mouth.
Her alpha instincts screamed primally at her. My omega's angry at me for something—I should hug her tight, flood her with calming pheromones, fix it now.
But Hellen locked her hands tightly on her knees, knuckles popping white, breath measured slow through flared nostrils—red jacket creased from the morning's ghosting fight, blonde ponytail arrow-straight despite the electric air.
"You... you told Olle to dump those Pokémon things on me?" Emily choked out raw, voice fracturing between molten hurt and white-hot fury, small fists balled bone-tight at her sides, gray shorts creased from pacing, black shirt rumpled loose over heaving curves.
"Why? Did something happen?"
"A lot of things happened!"
