“Please.” The word tore out of him. Raw and wrecked and nothing like the man I thought I knew.
“I have nothing,” Caden said, his voice still soft, till quiet. “I have had nothing for fifteen years. I built a pack from people who had nothing and I told myself it was enough and for a long time I believed it.”
His voice broke completely and he kept going anyway.
“And then she… she just… she got under my skin and I tried to stop it, I tried so hard to stop it, you know what she is to me, you know whose blood she carries, I know you know, and I hated myself for it every single day but I couldn’t…I couldn’t stop…”
He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, took in a breath, and kept going.
“She took an arrow for me.” His voice was barely audible anymore. “A silver arrow. She threw herse
