Blaise
"Traitor." Blaise spat out at Elijah. His blood was boiling. Several minutes had passed in tension as he fought to put his wolf away and, in the end, he had only managed to get stuck in between. He instinctively moved to put Celia behind him, even though ripping Elijah's throat out and reveling in the gory mess sounded like a much better idea to him. "The only one starting a war is you. We all leave. Now. Off your territory safely and we'll never speak of this." He demanded.
"You know I can't do that. Did she neglect to tell you that I summoned her here before?" Elijah spoke in anger. "That she refused the job when she found out it was for Lyn's killer?" His anger grew with every word.
"It meant betraying Madik. I wasn't prepared. I'm still not." Celia spoke firmly behind him.
