Elsa
"Where are you taking me, Adam?" I asked again, my voice shaky with worry. His silence only fueled my nerves.
The weight of everything—the hurt, the unanswered questions—pressed down on me as I continued to cry softly. My body still ached from the heat, the physical pain lingering alongside the emotional turmoil.
The car eventually came to a stop in the middle of nowhere. The driver exited, leaving us alone, and panic began to creep in.
I couldn’t help but wonder if Adam had finally snapped.
Though I could hold my own against any wolf, Razor was stronger than me, and fear prickled at the back of my neck.
"Elsa," Adam finally spoke, his voice gentle, breaking the silence. "Why didn’t you tell me how you felt, that you wanted more than I was willing to give?" His tone was soft,
