Phoebe
“What did you do to Adonis? What the hell was that? Is he...?”
The questions spilled out of me, one after another, my voice trembling. My brain was spiraling into panic mode as I took in Adonis lying on the floor, motionless. His body was lifeless, his pale skin stretched taut, and veins stood out along his neck and face. He looked... dead.
Hayden stood beside me, his jaw clenched, mirroring my shock.
My confusion only deepened. I had never seen any werewolf like this before. And then it hit me—Adonis had said something about Lycans being more sensitive. What did that mean? Was he implying something?
The more I thought about it, the sharper my headache became. My gaze stayed fixed on Adonis as Finley hefted him over his shoulder. Hayden, after being asked to help, supporte
