My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I almost couldn’t hear Kael’s next words.
"Apart from the border attacks," he said, his voice deadly calm, "your father has been trafficking werewolf babies. Especially girls."
My stomach dropped.
No.
Kael's gaze never wavered, never softened. "We’ve been tracking missing children for months. They vanish without a trace, and every lead, every whisper in the underground, all of it points to The Hollow." His jaw tightened, his golden eyes burning into mine.
My breath hitched. "No," I whispered, shaking my head so hard my vision blurred. "That’s impossible. My father wouldn’t—he couldn’t—"
"Wouldn’t?" Kael’s laugh was humorless, sharp. "And yet, the evidence says otherwise."
I stumbled back, my hands shaking. "You're lying," I forced out, my v
