Eldur's P.O.V.
The walls felt like they were closing in on me.
Alpha Lucian's piercing green eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, unwavering. Luna Teresa stood beside him, arms crossed, her disappointment a silent force pressing against my skin. I couldn't understand why it affected me. And then there was her—Elizabeth—standing off to the side, that insufferable smirk plastered on her face. She watched us like we were reckless children caught sneaking out past curfew, her amusement barely concealed.
I clenched my jaw, crossing my arms. "We're not children," I said, my voice firm. "We can go where we want."
Lucian's expression darkened, his jaw tightening like he was biting back something sharper. "You had direct orders to stay put."
I scoffed. "Orders? We're not your soldiers, Alpha."
