Meanwhile, Adrian stood alone in his study, beside the large window overlooking the pack grounds. He hadn’t moved for several minutes. Silas’s words kept replaying in his head, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to push them away.
Blair was dead.
She was burned to ashes.
Adrian’s throat tightened. His eyes burned as tears gathered, but he quickly blinked them away and clenched his jaw.
This is my fault.
The thought came again, heavier this time. If he hadn’t pushed her away, none of this would have happened.
He stared through the window without really seeing the grounds outside. He had loved Blair. He knew he had. Whatever had happened between them, whatever decisions he had made, that truth had never completely disappeared.
But over the years, the pressure surrounding him
