SYZARION’S POV
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The words of my father’s pack brother and uncle, Chief Korak, the king of the Bluestone Pack, sat idly in my mind even hours after the meeting.
“That child is innocent; the only crime she has is being that bastard’s blood. You know this, Syzar, and if her presence is too heavy, hand her over to me; I will give her asylum,” he pleaded with me.
I almost saw red; it took a breath to calm my wolf when Korak had said I should give Celeste to him. Had he forgotten how my best friend, Xaden, his son, died?
He knows nothing of what I went through; he knows nothing of her betrayal, her rejection that crumbled every piece of trust I held with her.
Or Derek’s cruel and mocking eyes on me when he told me she had planned it all—that she was the mastermind of my misery and endin
