Kane’s POV
When Ava left she closed the door softly behind her.
I let out a slow breath, pressing my palms against the edge of my desk. My wolf paced inside me, restless, snarling at the thought of her tears, at the way her voice trembled when she asked me about them.
Carla and Tracy.
She knew they were locked away, she knew Orion had run off and still, she looked at me with those eyes, pleading for mercy I didn’t believe they deserved.
My wolf’s response was simple: end them. Tear the threat from its roots, make sure they never so much as breathe her name again.
But Ava… Ava still called them family.
The word made me grind my teeth. Family doesn’t stab you in the back, family doesn’t laugh while you bleed out, family doesn’t sell you to rogues like livestock.
And yet, for her, blo
