Third Person POV
Bastian held her gaze for a long moment before exhaling, running a hand through his hair. His bloodstained fingers left faint streaks against his temple, but he barely noticed.
“Marcus told us something about an aunt and her nephew being traitors in your Pack,” he murmured. “ And I think it’s about Ben and his aunt. He told us something…something none of us saw coming.”
Liliana’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. “What?”
Bastian exhaled sharply. “Ben’s wolf. It—it wasn’t his own.”
Liliana’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. “What do you mean?”
Bastian’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping lower. “I mean, his real wolf was taken from him before he even had a chance to shift. His aunt followed orders to poison him and make him weak, so that when
