[Cole]
That fucking slimewolf tried to hit on his wife.
A well-known sweet talker, Wesley would hit on anything that moves. A slimewolf, Cole's buddies had nicknamed him and Cole decided to start using that name today.
It happened right after his brief private moment with Oscar.
The crazy mutt was unusually tight-lipped, giving frivolous responses throughout the conversation. Cole figured that someone had been training him as the proud Alpha continued his acting.
"I'll sniff them out, Cole. I swear to Goddess." A strange smirk appeared on his face and disappeared. "Those fuckers deserve to die! How can they use fire on poor Owin?"
Cole caught a glint of satisfaction in the wild eyes but maintained his composure. Once Oscar was out of sight, his smile collapsed and he threw his glass out of the window in fury.
Returning to the waiting room, Cole saw the slimewolf already making his move on Dove.