Declan's POV
I stared at Philip, my mind reeling. He was supposed to be dead, killed in the attack that nearly wiped out our pack. Yet here he stood, very much alive and holding a knife to my sister's throat.
"Surprised to see me, old friend?" Philip sneered, pressing the blade closer to Mia's skin.
I growled low in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to attack. But I couldn't risk Mia's safety. I had to play this smart.
"Let her go," I said, my voice deceptively calm. "Your quarrel is with me, not her."
El laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. "Oh, but she's such excellent leverage. You should see your face, Declan. It's priceless."
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to look defeated. It wasn't hard; seeing Mia in danger tore at my heart. But I had to remember the bigger p
