Lucian

The tires of the SUV crunched over the frozen Moscow slush, the air inside the car was thick enough to choke on given how tense the atmosphere was.

I stared out the window, my mind conjuring worst-case scenarios. Next to me, Kellan was a statue. He was still doing his job, checking the tactical tablet every few seconds, but he wouldn't look at me.

Apparently, after our earlier argument, his answers had dwindled down to “Yes, Alpha” or “No, Alpha.”

And I don't want to address the situation now considering the facts that he was out of the line the moment he tried to talk me out of going...