“Adrian!” Vanessa shrieked from the back of the pale vehicle, cranking down the window.
Evelyn sat right beside her, her posture rigid as a sentinel.
Adrian heard her.
He saw her. But he didn’t spare so much as a flicker of attention, his gaze cold and sharp, edged with the raw intensity of a cornered alpha—feral, unyielding.
“Vanessa’s here, calling for you. Didn’t you hear?”
I snapped, my voice cutting through the tension in the car.
Adrian didn’t so much as blink.
I watched through the rear window as Vanessa stared after us, screaming for him to stop.
She threw open the door and stumbled after the vehicle, her phone pressed to her ear as she dialed frantically.
By the time we reached the pack gates, she was shrieking hysterically at our retreating form, her posture wild enough
