"Do you want to be with him, Elsa?" Adam’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
"Why are you doing this, Adam?" I asked, my voice trembling, knowing this conversation was spiraling out of control.
"Answer me!" he demanded, his voice louder now, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I shook my head, the weight of his anger pressing down on me.
"No, Adam. No," I said, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew he didn’t believe me. I didn’t even believe myself.
"Liar," he hissed. His eyes darkened, and suddenly, it wasn’t Adam looking at me anymore. Razor, his wolf, had surfaced, and I could see the cold, murderous rage in his eyes. "Claire wants Knight," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
My heart raced in panic as I realised just how far gone he was
