Christopher stood beside him and Hannah’s dads were behind Ippy and Hannah as they sat in chairs that were far too big for them across the large desk from their alpha. Ippy shrank back, trying to become small in the room full of wolves far more dominant than he. He looked over to Hannah and was surprised to see her looking angry when she should be small too. Like he was. “It was all her fault!” Hannah shouted. Ippy gasped and simply stared at her. She rarely yelled, especially not around him, and doing so to their alpha was just wrong. He quickly got out his notebook, intending to write something that would defend his best friend. But he couldn’t think of anything. Saying that she hadn’t meant to would be a lie. And Sara had started it, but he didn’t know what she’d actually been doing, so he couldn’t exactly explain that part either. So instead of coming up with an excuse he simply asked Samson not to be mad at her. He held up the paper for his alpha to see and averted his eyes.
