chapter 8

Not too far off there's the sound of arguments and fighting, but I am stuck. I can’t even get onto my hands and feet at this point. The room continues to spin like I have been locked onto one of those tilt-a-whirl rides at full speed. I try to mind link with Mateo or Ezra, but there is no reply. Whatever is happening out there is taking all of their attention. I get to my hands and knees and pull myself forward, crawling to the couch, swaying before I can grab onto it. I manage to fling myself back on the cushions. The door is so far away, but I have no choice. I struggle forward, forcing myself to make it. I hang onto the handle as I force it open, and I swing forward from the momentum. Mateo stands between Alpha Andrei and Ezra, a hand on each of their chests, pushing them apart. Alpha Nicolas is screaming at both of them and Harley is sitting on a chair, with his feet kicked up and looking quite bored. I don’t understand what they were yelling about or who is in the wrong. "Ezra?" I