Seeing Ilona's sobbing face, Adam stiffened, and his fingers tightened over Monica's shoulders.

He snorted.

“You're crying?!” he mocked, his voice rising. “You did this all! You had it planned all along! Why are you the one spilling tears now?!” His eyes widened, the blue irises shining. He started shaking.

“Adam...” Monica whispered and clutched him harder.

“You're the one that held me at gunpoint! You're the one that killed my pack and used them against us, only to kill us! You put the barrel of the gun against my father's head!” he exclaimed, his veins popping on his neck. His temperature rose, and his breathing quickened.

Monica gasped by...