Aziel’s POV
I stared at the mess of papers strewn across my desk, my mind replaying the argument with Lailani. Her words still echoed in my head, not just because of the way she challenged me, but because, deep down, I knew she had a point. I hated to admit it, but the pack was crumbling, and it wasn’t just because of Arlo’s betrayal. There were cracks long before Arlo had turned against us, cracks I’d ignored, or worse, allowed to grow.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned back in my chair, trying to shake the restless energy that still thrummed through my body. I’d been pacing for what felt like hours, but the weight of everything hadn’t lifted.
The door creaked open softly, and I already knew who it was before I heard the footsteps.
“Waylen,” I muttered without looking up.
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