Unknown POV
"Where the f**k have you been? Where were you when my men were killed by f**king women? When they failed to bring me my f**king mate?" "That's funny, I thought my mother was your mate. You know the one that died of a broken heart because of you and your wh*res." "I would be very careful how you speak to me boy. I can give you a scar to match the other side" he says. I'm not afraid of him. Hell, if it wasn't for my pup I wouldn't even be in this goddess-forsaken collective. I would have left the moment my mother died. Razor growls in my head and I push him to the back of my mind. I can't afford for him to take control.
"That's funny, the only reason that scar remains on my face is because you beat a defenseless child who didn't have a wolf to heal him. I'm not a child anymor
