Waylon
He could feel not only Ryder’s anger notching up to unmanageable proportions, and slid his hand to her to try and help bring it down before it got out of control. But he could also feel all of the King’s Eyes in this room’s anger rolling about.
He wasn’t certain as to who this Olive was, but he could feel it through that scale on her neck that she was someone of importance to Ryder. There was a definite connection between her and the she-wolf, one that he thought he felt went beyond just what they’d all suffered.
He watched as those he knew not to have the mark on their forehead started speaking themselves, and understood that this Olive was like them, one of the brutalized, one of them that had died, and from what was stated by Patrice, ‘died broken and bruised.’ That told him
