Eleven.

Nate

My feet hit the ground as I pace. Lola was refusing to answer me. She had said Elsa needed space and that was it. What the fuck did that mean? And where would they go?

“Lola won’t let anything happen to her.” Mason mutters from the porch chair.

“You don’t know that.”

“I know Lola and the last thing she wants to do is piss you off.”

“Then she should be responding to me. Not as her brother but as her Alpha.”

My eyes flash up as I hear the car engine down at the gates. I knew it was them. Everyone else was accounted for.

“Maybe it was a good idea to get away.” Mason muses. “Just wait until Elsa hears what you have agreed to. She might actually hit the roof then.”

I glare at him and he shuts his mouth.

The car creeps towards us. Lola has her mouth pressed shut. Elsa looked worried. But I could feel no worry through the bond. Only anger.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I pull Lola’s door open.

“I took Elsa for a drive. She needed space and time to think.”

“Are you hurt?” I lean in thr