The Struggle Within Adrian
“You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” Alice’s voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet tension in the room.
Adrian didn't bat an eyelash. He sat at his desk, papers laid out before him, but his focus was a million miles away. He could almost feel her there—Flora. That haunted look she had given him the last time they spoke, the way her face crumpled when he'd let her go, the way it broke something deep inside of him.
He just couldn't get it out of his mind.
"Alice, please," he muttered without lifting his head. "Not now."
She rounded the desk, her heels clicking smartly against the hardwood floors. "You have been like this for days. The pack notices it, Adrian. The longer you drag this out, the more they'll start questioning your leadership."
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