Chapter 10: Letting Go
(James's POV)
The room felt heavier than ever, though it wasn’t from the whiskey fumes or the late hour. Alexander sat hunched forward, his large frame seemingly smaller, almost swallowed by the weight pressing down on him. The crystal tumbler in his hand wasn’t just held—it was gripped like a lifeline.
Dark fur rippled under his skin, flickering in and out, breaking the surface briefly before sinking back into his forearms. His eyes weren’t just gray now; they were flashing gold with increasing frequency.
“Alex,” I said carefully, eying him from my spot across the room. “You can’t keep doing this. Whatever this is, you’re losing control.”
He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the liquid swirling in his glass.
“Let it go,” I pushed gently. “The
