ADINNA’S POV
The dorm corridors are half-lit and the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and rain from the open courtyard. I came out only to clear my head, but the universe clearly has other plans.
Hunter steps out of the shadows like a problem I’ve been pretending doesn’t exist. His uniform shirt is rumpled and his eyes are too bright. A glass bottle is hanging loosely from his hand, the liquid sloshing as he sways.
“Well, look who it is,” he drawls. “The human miracle. The reason our precious Alpha of the West can’t focus anymore.”
I stiffen. “You’re drunk.”
He laughs, a rough sound that scrapes down my spine. “Drunk, sure. But not blind.” His fingers tighten around the bottle. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to him?”
I try to sidestep but his hand shoots out and catc
