Charis
I stared helplessly as I watched Kael's eyes mist with tears.
"He knew what I was," he said, his voice breaking completely now. "He knew I was a Bloodborn Wolf. He knew my mother; they took me when they didn't find her. You know, one thing I learnt about people like me is that we're wild and dangerous. So we need to be tamed."
"Kael," I tried soothingly, "Can you just take a deep breath?"
"No, Charis!" he shook his head, swiping at a tear that had rolled down his cheek. "I need to let it all out. Elena said that they had purposely sold me off to the underground fighting masters after taking away my memory. I was seven years old when I started fighting. I was a baby, and the best way they thought to tame me was to move me from one fighting ring to another until I was tamed."
The tears were falling freely now, streaming down his face, and he didn't try to wipe them away.
