(Adrian's POV).
The door slammed behind Kai, the echo ricocheting through the hallway like a gunshot.
I stood there, the tension still coiled in my shoulders, watching Lucas as he leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, jaw tight.
The silence between us was thick, oppressive, like smoke filling the room after a fire.
Lucas didn’t speak. His eyes—usually sharp, sarcastic, almost playful—were dulled. Hollow. I hated this version of him. Not because he looked broken, but because he refused to fix anything.
I stepped forward, my voice low.
“Now that Kai’s gone, you and I need to talk.”
Yes, he and I needed to talk about some things as an adult person, such as werewolves Alpha.
Lucas raised an eyebrow but didn’t uncross his arms.
“What’s left to say?”
“A lot,” I said fl
