50% of this chapter was merged into chapter 2
The party’s life went out like a light. Sol dismissed everyone and began guiding Arabella home. They never finished their earlier argument, so his anger remained stitched to his heated skin.
“I saw him attack her,” he told his mate minutes later in their living room.
“I don’t care about what you saw,” Arabella uncharacteristically hissed. “You know Stone. The guy spends half the day blushing, for the Moon’s sake. He would never assault someone unless they provoked him. Shame on you.”
He shook his head defensively. “What was I supposed to think? He shoved Kennedy like she was a rag doll.”
“Because the bitch was rubbing herself all over him! You know how flustered he gets when women corner him. How could you jump to conclusions without knowing the whole story and embarrass the man in front of his pack?”
Anger released its hold, letting Sol free-fall into the arms of regret.
“Shit…” he bemoaned as he reached for her.
“No. You upset Stone, and that’s technically a crime against humanity. Until you get his forgiveness, you won’t get mine.”
The next morning, Sol was knocking on Stone’s door minutes. He wasn’t expecting him to be up, but his guilt demanded that he tried. Just as he was about to carry himself and his disappointment back home, the door creaked open.
“Good morning,” Stone grumbled tiredly. Both his hair and eyes depicted chaos, and Sol was given the impression that he hadn’t slept all night.
“Hey, bro. I know it’s early, but I couldn’t wait to apologize. I should’ve known better than to jump to conclusions. Are we good?”
Stone accepted his extended hand. “We’re fine. I’ll send you my paperwork in a day or two.”
The Alpha shook his head and placed a supportive hand on the giant’s shoulder. “Forget that; I’ll do it. Just take it easy, alright?”
Stone nooded and then retreated back into his house. The day dragged on, but he seemed to have developed an allergy for productivity. All he could do was lay in bed and delve in and out of sleep. He liked how reality blurred every few hours and darkness was there when he woke up. There were no stares, gossip, or triggers.
He had finally found a friend that would never abandon him, and its name was silence.