Rhett
"You're going to help us find your friend. And if something's happened to him, if the Collectors have him..." My father's jaw clenched. "You're going to take responsibility and live with what your choices caused."
"I'm sorry," I said, and my voice cracked. "Dad, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know."
"Sorry doesn't bring back kidnapped wolves," my father said coldly. "It doesn't stop fighting rings, sorry, it's useless."
He turned and started down the stairs. I followed, my mind racing with horrifying possibilities.
Slater in a cage being forced to fight. Beaten, broken, turned into something he'd hate.
All because I'd helped him cross the border. All because I hadn't asked enough questions. All because I'd trusted that everything would be fine.
