Dane’s POV
“Are you saying you think I am him?” I finally asked the man, getting some semblance of a grip on my unraveling emotions.
“Possibly. You certainly look like Cale,” he said, holding his chin in thought as he gazed at me more intently.
“Where is the pack now?” I asked, desperate to finally find them. For some off reason, my question caused him to raise his guard, confusing me further.
“This is another one of your traps, isn’t it, Draven?” he asked, taking a step back suddenly.
“What are you talking about? Who is Draven?” I mirrored his step forward, trying to keep the same distance between us. I didn't want to let this man, with the answers to my past, escape me.
"Don't play with me. I know you can shape shift, Warlock!" he exclaimed in such disgust and anger. Whoever t
