ARIA'S POV
The tension in the hallway was heavy as Adam reluctantly agreed to help. His expression was a mix of frustration and worry as he crossed his arms and stared at me.
“Fine,” he said, his voice firm. “But let me make one thing clear—any sign of trouble, and I’m dragging you out of here. I don’t care what promises you’ve made.”
I nodded quickly, relief washing over me. “Thank you, Adam,” I said softly.
His jaw tightened, and he looked away, muttering, “Don’t thank me yet.”
He turned to the guard, his posture strong and commanding. “Take us to this supporter of yours,” he ordered.
The guard nodded, relief evident on his face. “Thank you, Alpha Adam. Please follow me.”
The guard led us down a series of dark, twisting corridors. The torches on the walls created flickering shadows, making the path feel eerie and endless.