"How could you treat us?"
The words slipped, little louder than a whisper, and my voice quitches. Kels avoided my golden gaze by leaning against the wall across the room.
The conflict was stifling, the air thick with unvoiced charges.
"You don't understand," he responded in a defensive yet guilt-filled voice.
Then explain, Luca said, coming forward. Rising over Kael, his grey eyes flared with rage. "Explain why the other pack recognized our weaknesses.
Why did they set that trap almost killing us?
Kael looked down on the floor and said nothing.
"It was you," I murmured, the understanding striking like a punch. "You instructed them."
Kael straightened, his smile wan but empty. "I didn't tell them everything," he remarked in a hushed voice. "Just plenty to keep them off my behind.
Enough money to give us time.
"Time"? Luca said sharply, his hands closed at his sides. "You believe breaking the pack will give us time? You have placed everyone in danger.
