Ariana’s POV
I had started writing the letter three times already.
Each time, I sat at my desk with a blank sheet in front of me, the pen resting between my fingers, and the words sitting heavy in my chest. It should not have been this hard. Writing to Adrian was never difficult before. Even when I did not know what to say, something always came.
But now, everything feels complicated.
I had been back in the royal pack for two weeks, and not once had I reached out to Adrian or my friends since I arrived. The realization stayed with me, heavier than I wanted to admit, settling deep in my chest.
I stared at the paper again, reading the only thing I had managed to write.
Adrian,
Just his name.
Nothing else.
I let out a quiet breath and leaned back in my chair, my fingers tightening sl
