He looked at me, fury flashing in his eyes, and I realised the enormity of what was happening.
"That’s different, Elsa," Adam said, his voice firm, as if the discussion was already over. But I wasn’t ready to give in, not now, not like this.
"No, it’s not," I replied, my voice shaking but steady. "It’s the same thing."
Adam’s eyes locked onto mine, hard and unyielding. "This is not up for conversation, Elsa," he said, his tone final. The look he gave me made it clear—he wasn’t playing. He had made his decision.
A hot wave of frustration surged through me.
"Very well, then," I said, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You might as well lock up the entire pack, including me, because we all know how to grow and use Duskbloom." My voice trembled with the weight of my words. How could he
