Adrian's POV
The days that followed felt like pure torture. Ares, my wolf, was purposely ridiculing me. I could hardly focus on anything, my appetite was gone... my thoughts were everywhere and nowhere. It was wearing me out, all thanks to Dad.
"I have to put an end to this," I thought.
"Finally," Ares said in a mocking tone which I ignored. Lately, I preferred shorter conversations; they were less draining.
Drumming my fingers against my table, I moved my feet aimlessly, my body already becoming restless from my indecisive state. Slowly, an all too familiar emotion began to spread across my chest, causing my breaths to become heavier as I clenched my fist.
"Damn it!" I cursed, banging my hands against the table.
"Don't tell me you're going to blame your mishap on your father," Ares
