(Adrian's POV).
I stood in the middle of the chaos, fists clenched so tightly that my claws were starting to pierce my skin.
I barely noticed. The crowd that had been screaming like rabid animals moments ago was now quiet, though I could still feel their judgment lingering in the air like poison.
Lucas had already taken Lena away. She was trembling so badly I thought she might collapse, and it killed me that I couldn’t go with her.
But someone needed to stay behind and find out who had orchestrated this disaster.
Someone had dared to drag Lena’s past into the light, twist it, and broadcast it in front of the entire stadium. They wanted to shame her. Humiliate her. Destroy her.
And they did it on the day she was finally beginning to smile again.
I wasn’t going to let that slide
