Adriel POV
"Get out of my way," I growled, my shoulder slamming hard into the massive oak door of my quarters.
The wood rattled against the stone frame, but the heavy iron latch stayed down. I did not turn the handle. I just pressed my forehead against the cold, polished surface and let my breath fog the dark stain. Three days. It had been exactly three days since Betty opened her eyes in the infirmary, and I had spent every single second running like a beaten pup.
My chest burned. The hollow ache right behind my ribs was a physical weight, pulling me down toward the stone floor. I could tell myself a hundred different lies to make the cowardice taste better. I could tell the pack that she needed space to heal. I could tell my father that the shock of seeing my face would shatter her fr
