Chapter 356: Breakfast III.
Adrein.
That very bitch who had shot me was sitting right in front of me, as if nothing had ever happened. As if she had not torn through my life and then simply vanished without consequence, only to reappear now in the most infuriating way possible.
My grip tightened at the sight of her.
There was absolutely no way I was going to sit through dinner with her. No way. The thought alone made my blood boil, my chest tightening with restrained fury as I struggled to keep myself from reacting immediately.
Around me, I didn’t even need to look closely to know I wasn’t the only one feeling it. The reactions from my brothers said it all. The tension in their posture, the way their eyes hardened, the silence that followed Noah’s last command—it all confirmed that they were thinking exactly what I was thinking.
This was wrong.
Noah, however, looked worse than all of us combined.
His fury was barely contained, simmering just beneath the surface like a storm ready to break loose at any second. And Daniel—standing there so casually beside Galen—only made everything even more unbearable. The combination of them in one space felt like a trigger waiting to explode.
The silence stretched painfully before I finally snapped.
"Galen, you bitch!" My voice cut through the air, sharp and filled with rage, breaking the tension that had settled after Noah’s last command. I stepped forward slightly, unable to hold it in anymore. "I’m going to make you pay for what you did!" I shouted, my fists curling at my sides.
Galen didn’t even flinch.
Instead, she scoffed.
A cold, dismissive sound that only fueled my anger further.
"You pathetic losers," she said with a lazy tilt of her head, as if we were nothing more than an inconvenience to her peace. "You couldn’t even admit your own feelings, so why bother speaking to me?" she added, her tone dripping with mockery.
That did it.
"You—" I started again, my voice rising sharply, but before I could take another step forward, Davain quickly reached out and patted my back, trying to hold me back before things escalated further.
"Calm down, Adrein," he said firmly, his voice low but urgent. "We are still in Lycan territory," he reminded me, as if that alone should be enough to restrain the fire burning inside me.
But it wasn’t.
Nothing about this situation was calming.
Daniel let out a scoff at the same time, as if amused by the entire exchange. He stood there completely unbothered, his hands relaxed at his sides, his expression annoyingly calm.
"You all are nothing but drama lords," he said flatly, his tone carrying a careless indifference that only made things worse.
Noah’s head turned instantly.
The glare he gave Daniel was deadly—cold enough to silence a room. But Daniel didn’t back down. He met Noah’s stare head-on, unshaken, as if he had no regard for the tension crackling between them.
It was like watching two forces refusing to yield.
"We still haven’t gotten even for stabbing me, Daniel!" Davain said suddenly, his voice sharp as he stopped patting my back. His eyes burned with resentment as he stepped slightly forward. "You better watch your tongue!" he added through gritted teeth.
Daniel only chuckled lightly, as if the threat meant nothing to him at all.
"You can’t do anything, Davian," he replied coolly, tilting his head slightly. "You should consider yourself lucky you’re still alive," he added, his voice calm but cutting in a way that made the air feel heavier.
"You—" Davian began, his voice rising sharply as rage flashed across his face.
Before he could take another step forward, Aidan quickly moved in, grabbing him and trying to hold him back with firm hands.
"Calm down, Davain!" Aidan said urgently, his grip tightening as he tried to restrain him. "Don’t do this now," he added, his tone low but insistent.
But Davian wasn’t having it.
"No, Aidan, this is not the time to calm anyone down!" Noah snapped angrily, cutting through the tension like a blade. His voice was sharp, controlled yet filled with rage that threatened to erupt. "These two people in front of us are deadly criminals and murderers," he added, his eyes locked coldly on both Galen and Daniel.
The air grew heavier at his words.
Daniel only scoffed, as if insulted by the accusation rather than threatened by it.
"You loser," he said lazily, his lips curling in disdain. "You better mind your terms, unless you actually want to lose your head," he added, his tone completely unbothered, like he was speaking about something trivial.
Noah’s expression darkened instantly.
"Are you threatening me?" Noah asked, his voice lower now, more dangerous. His chest rose and fell heavily, each breath controlled but visibly strained as he fought to keep his anger in check.
Daniel tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Didn’t think you would be so dumb," he said simply, as though Noah had missed something obvious.
That was when Galen spoke again.
A mocking laugh escaped her lips as she leaned slightly back, completely relaxed despite the chaos around her.
And instantly, I snapped.
Every bit of restraint I had left vanished in that moment.
"Sit still, Galen," I said sharply, my voice filled with disgust and irritation. "You wouldn’t want me to break your neck," I added through clenched teeth, my eyes narrowing at her in pure hatred.
I couldn’t stand the way she sat there so comfortably, speaking as though she hadn’t done anything wrong. As if blood and betrayal meant nothing. The audacity of it made my stomach churn.
Galen only smiled faintly, unfazed.
"Before you get the chance, Adrein, you would have dropped dead," she said firmly, her voice steady and confident. "You seem to have no idea where you are," she added, clicking her tongue dramatically as her eyes scanned us with disdain. "You better watch your back," she finished coldly.
Aidan stepped forward again, his expression tight with anger.
"You can’t do anything, Galen!" he said loudly, his voice echoing through the tense space as he tried to assert control over the situation.
But before he could continue further, something shifted in the atmosphere.
The sound of approaching footsteps made everyone pause.
A familiar presence entered the room, and instantly, my expression darkened. The air seemed to change the moment that figure appeared, as though even the tension itself recognized what was coming next.
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