Elsa
When I asked him, “Why do you smell like Adam?” I was hoping to upset him, to break the moment and stop whatever he had in mind. But his answer chilled me to my core.
"So your wolf would respond and let me prove myself," he replied calmly, his face showing no hint of the madness I was starting to see in his words. I gasped, shocked at just how far he had fallen. This was no longer about rivalry or competition—this was something deeper, more dangerous.
He took my hand in his, his touch gentle but unsettling. He looked at me with a kind of intensity that might have seemed loving if I didn’t know the darkness that lay behind it. “You are all I care about, Elsa,” he said, his voice soft but his words dripping with obsession. "It’s not easy to find a potential mate, and letting him or
