Blaze
I couldn't help but laugh as I turned to face Kane, his expression somewhere between annoyance and confusion. “Really, Kane? Why are you holding Freya hostage in the name of revenge when we both know you weren’t the one who was wronged by her father?” I leaned back casually, crossing my arms as I watched the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Freya gasped beside him, her eyes wide with shock, the disbelief etched on her face. She looked between us, confusion and fear warring in her gaze.
Kane spluttered, his hand clenching around the hilt of his sword. “Blaze, you don’t understand. Her father—”
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” I cut him off, my voice calm but firm, holding up a hand to silence him. “I understand that you were just a child when Freya’s father and his pack invaded our
