Landon's POV
I stepped out of Adrian's office in a rush, with my chest tight and my thoughts louder than my footsteps. Nothing made sense anymore. My wolf had never reacted like this to anyone—never restless or prowling this violently. Not even when my family was in danger. But around Adrian? He was a storm, claws scraping at the edges of my control, demanding what I didn't want to admit.
Something about Adrian was hidden. Something I wasn't supposed to uncover. He cloaked himself in scent blockers, buried himself in drugs, built walls high enough to keep anyone from peering in. But I had to strip those walls away. If I was right—if he truly was my mate—then the truth would only come out when he stood bare of every mask and false layer.
The problem was obvious: Adrian wasn't the kind to admit it. He'd rather burn alive than confess weakness.
