Syria’s POV
“Syria-”
“I’m tired, Kael. I have no time for this. Please, excuse me.”
I hated lying to him. I hated keeping this secret. But I had no choice.
I turned my back on him. As I moved forward, Kael’s phone rang.
I froze, keeping my back turned toward him.
“Yeah, what do you need?” he answered.
There was a long pause. I didn’t dare move or look back. But I listen carefully. Who is he talking to?
Then he said, “Alright, I’ll be there.”
He hung up. A moment later, I heard him talking with the wolf guards outside, who had been standing by ever since Angus left.
“Steven’s been found,” Kael told them.
That name hit me like ice water. My whole body went rigid.
Uncle…
“Yes, sir. We’ll get the car ready,” one of the guards replied, and they quickly began preparing.
Kael was
