"I told you to stay with the others!" Abel snarled, broad shoulders taut as he paced back and forth.
Like the typical guard dog he was, you suspected he didn't even realize he was caging you in the room, most likely on instinct. Those impulses are what'd propped him high on the pedestal within the pack.
But the eve of a Blood Moon always brought unrest. It was common for lower ranked wolves to try and overthrow others or outright steal mates, tensions high between and within packs alike.
Abel didn't expect you to understand. You were freshly turned after all. What he refused to be patient about was your habit of sticking your nose where you didn't belong. Especially in a fight earlier between the Ambrose pack's alpha and the currently livid man before you.
"Now stay here." Abel snapped, his fury waning just a sliver. He didn't want to tell you the real truth behind his rage. He couldn't. "...Where I can keep you safe."