Xavier's Point of View
His small hands are grabbing at the rogue's hold, while the child's feet hang loose. It glints against his throat like a dagger.
A few feet away, I pause and look at him expressionlessly. I say, “You are kidding,” in a flat voice.
That rogue sneers. “Release yourself, Alpha, or—”
My laughter is dark. “Or what?”
With a sly smile, the rogue draws the blade closer. There is a faint line of blood on the child's skin, and he whimpers.
I freeze at the sight.
Would he not?
For the first time in years, I feel sick to my stomach.
The outlaw notices it. His grin gets bigger. “Why don't you care?”
I clench my jaw. My other guards have taken their places and are awaiting my signal. I don't, however, move.
I could feel my inner wolf getting angry as I continued to star
