(Angel’s POV)
Angel was still furious at her mate and his beta. To accuse her mentor, Carlos, of such a shocking thing was outrageous. He may have been a vampire, cold in his ways, but everything he stood for was good and fair. There was no world in which Carlos would involve himself in something like this. It made no sense. And how dare these two raggedy wolves come into his home, accuse him of such filth, and do it while eating his food and sleeping under his roof.
The cheek of it.
She’d reminded them of their place through gritted teeth, made her excuses, and gone off to train before she put a sword through someone’s thigh.
Grabbing her favourite weapon, Angel slipped into the forest clearing at the back of the house. A light rain had begun to fall, normally her favourite time. The
