Adler’s eyes had taken on a silver incandescence at Phelps’s words making Phelps stare back in apprehension.
“I mean it, Adler…we are facing a possible collapse!”
Adler still didn’t say anything as his jaw flexed. Trey looked at him then at Phelps. “You know he can’t just go back and waltz in the front door…he’s been exiled! Banished and made a rogue…there is no going back!”
“Enough, Trey.” Adler said quietly. “Explain yourself, Phelps…but tell me what is worng with my mother first…then I’ll give you the courtesy of listening to you.”
Phelps sighed relieved, nodding. “Thank you, Adler.” He cautiously looked Adler over. “So your Lycan has fully merged with you now?”
“Yes.” Adler answered curtly.
Phelps nodded again. “Your mother seems to be becoming mentally unstable…as the executive
