Chapter 78: Cold Hearts and Snow Wounds
(Third person's POV)
The insistent ringing of a phone cut through the peaceful darkness of Olivia's bedroom. She groaned, reluctantly opening her amber eyes to glance at the clock—3:17 AM.
Connor's arm tightened around her waist as she reached for her phone. His warm body pressed against her back, a comforting presence in the pre-dawn darkness.
"Who is it?" he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
Olivia squinted at the screen. "Jason Mitchell."
Connor growled softly, his wolf displeased at the interruption. "Ethan's friend? At this hour?"
With a sigh, Olivia answered the call, putting it on speaker. "Jason, do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Olivia, thank goodness you answered." Jason's voice was tense, urgent. "It's Ethan. He's
