Adrian's POV
News of her death remade the very ground beneath me. Amelia. My assistant. The one who had spent years abroad, working tirelessly to manage the startup I had always dreamed of—the one I thought would finally free me from my father's grip.
I scrolled through the photos Lucas had sent, each one a cold confirmation of what he'd told me. Men from the Obsidian Howl pack. I knew those uniforms too well; I'd seen them more times than I could count and every sighting burned a mark into memory.
But what had caused it? Elizabeth's sudden disappearance. Amelia's death. Lance being captured by my father. Too many pieces, too many blows, all crashing into me in one single night. It was too much for me to absorb, too much for me to settle with. And the fact that all of this was happening together only twisted my thoughts further, leaving me stranded in a fog I couldn't comprehend.
