Wolfe's POV.

We walked out of the club in silence, the tension between us almost suffocating. Once we got to my room, I opened the door, waited for her to go in then closed the door behind us. I turned to face her. She stood there, arms crossed, looking defiant.

“Alright, Wolfe,” she said, her voice steady but eyes glinting with suppressed emotion. “Talk.”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Makenna, baby, what’s going on? Why are you so angry ...