"What the hell?!" Alvin howled, wincing as he dabbed at the blood trickling down his scalp. Thankfully, his wolf was already working to heal the wound.
Anna crouched down with an exasperated sigh, picking up the broken pieces of her beloved mug. She tried in vain to fit the shards together, but it was clearly beyond saving. With a frustrated grunt, she tossed the pieces into the trash and then gave Alvin a swift kick in the shin.
"You owe me two mugs now," she growled, glaring down at him.
"Alright..." Alvin muttered in response, clearly having learned his lesson. Addison, meanwhile, realized she wouldn't be able to gather any more useful information from the group—everything had descended into chaos after Alvin's slip.
Still, what had been said lingered in her mind.
