“He will return to you, Elsa,” Lucas said gently, his voice steady, almost comforting. I nodded weakly, my heart too heavy to respond with anything more. His words felt hollow, an echo of the promises Adam had made before he left. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with questions that had no answers.
When would it end? The endless cycle of fear, betrayal, and loss—it felt like I was trapped in a cruel game I didn’t agree to play. My thoughts turned to Simone, and anger flared in my chest. Why couldn’t she have stopped while she still had the upper hand?
If only Adam had killed her when she first attacked our Pack, maybe we wouldn’t be drowning in this nightmare. Simone was the mastermind behind it all; that much was clear. The O’Brians might have been the ones
