Lena
“The hunters.”
The word stayed in the air.
I stared at Adrian.
He stared back at me.
For once, he didn't look arrogant.
He looked tired.
Almost defeated.
I crossed my arms.
“You keep saying things like that.”
His eyebrows pulled together.
“Like what?”
“Hunters. Guardians. Werewolves.”
I glanced at Mia and Sophie.
“They all know something except me.”
Nobody spoke.
I looked back at Adrian.
“And I'm tired of being the only person in the room who doesn't understand what's happening.”
Adrian's jaw tightened.
“Lena—”
“No.”
I stepped closer.
“You don't get to do that anymore.”
“Do what?”
“Tell me to stay inside. Tell me not to ask questions. Tell me everything is dangerous without actually explaining anything.”
His eyes darkened.
“You don't know what you're dealing
