“You sure about this, Hazel?” Lucas asked, his hand brushing against mine. His voice was calm, but I could sense the tension underneath.
The dim corridor leading to the pack cells felt longer than I remembered. Every step echoed against the concrete floor as I made my way toward Leo, the triplets following close behind me. My heart pounded against my ribcage, uncertainty gnawing at my insides.
I nodded, trying to ignore the trembling in my hands. “I need to talk to him.”
“We’ll be right beside you,” Liam assured me, his warm smile a contrast to the concern in his eyes.
Levi, uncharacteristically quiet, simply squeezed my shoulder.
The past few days had been a whirlwind—spending time with my mates, catching up with my grandfather before he returned to The Dark Hour, and hanging out with Sophia and Callum. It felt like I’d been living in a bubble of happiness, deliberately avoiding the conversation I needed to have with Leo.
