Victor's POV
I didn’t answer Reuben right away.
My wolf bristled faintly, picking up on the edge in his voice, but I kept my expression blank, my gaze fixed on the sky.
“No,” I said simply.
Reuben leaned forward, his voice lowering, becoming sharper and more cutting.
“Come on, Victor,” he said. “You should’ve cared from the beginning. We all know what really happened five years ago. If you’d stepped in back then, she never would’ve ended up behind bars.”
The wind picked up slightly, brushing past us, but I stayed still. My wolf went quiet, listening.
I lit another cigarette without responding, the small flame briefly illuminating my hand before fading into the night. Silence stretched between us, but Reuben didn’t let it settle.
“You stayed quiet that night because you were pissed,
