Chapter 186

　　Tobias' Perspective 　　My gaze involuntarily returned to his stoic face, and a flicker of unease stirred in my chest. 　　There I stood, half in shadow, my eyes fixed on Giovanni sitting behind the desk. His posture was as rigid as a stone, silent and solitary, blending seamlessly with the somber atmosphere of the room. The air felt cold, and his presence made the silence almost suffocating. 　　This man—once my friend, once the leader of our pack—was now nothing more than an empty shell, devoid of emotion. 　　"Is there anything else?" Giovanni finally lifted his head, his cold eyes sweeping over me, still devoid of warmth. 　　I shivered involuntarily. Despite having seen Giovanni like this countless times, I couldn't help but feel a chill crawl up my spine every time I met those icy eyes. The man who had once been passionate, powerful—the leader who had steered the pack to glory—now seemed to have lost his very soul. Since Fern's death, there had been no light in Giovanni's eyes. It was as