They didn’t even find out what they were.” He shook his head, still not looking at me, but I wanted to know.
“What were the consequences?”
He opened his eyes then, a deep pain filling them, a guilt that I didn’t understand piercing me.
“Another wolf had to die. A newborn wolf. One that had just turned with my friends,” he said, his voice shaking, his fists closing as his anger radiating through me.
I sucked in a breath at the feeling, not sure what to say to make it better.
“And Tabitha knew?”
“Oh, she knew. She sent Cain to kill him. To retrieve his blood that I had to drink, to cut out his heart that I had to hold while they branded it—and me,” he said, his voice so deep and raw.
Tears filled my eyes at the emotion I felt in him. I didn’t mean to channel him, but the guilt
