Third Person's POV
"Velda, how could you use Jason as a shield? He just became a father! His pup hasn't even opened its eyes yet, and his mate is waiting for him back in the pack!" Brock snarled.
Velda's insides were in turmoil, but her eyes darted nervously at Brock, revealing her guilt.
Yet, she forced herself to stay composed and tried to justify her actions. "In the heat of battle, I thought he was one of the Western Tribes' wolves. It was too chaotic, and I genuinely didn't recognize him."
"Save your excuses!" Brock retorted, his voice trembling with anger. "The Western Tribes' wolves wouldn't just stand idly by next to you. And what a poor excuse that is! You can't just brush off your mistakes so easily!"
Struck a nerve, Velda snapped. "Enough! We're all captives now. We've slau
