Harley’s P.O.V.

The atmosphere inside Lucian’s study was suffocating. Carlos and I stood side by side before the massive oak desk, like criminals awaiting judgment from the court.

Lucian sat behind it, his back straight, hands folded neatly. His sharp gaze was fixed on me with unsettling intensity.

He didn’t offer us seats. He didn’t even acknowledge Carlos at all. Instead, he just stared. Staring at us with a piercing gaze continuously.

My palms grew damp. Inside me, my lycan stirred restlessly, pacing and sensing danger.

“Be ready,” Raven warned, her voice low and alert, filled with so much intensity and authority.

The silence stretched unbearably until Carlos finally broke...