Kael
Bane's hands trembled slightly as he stared at the photograph. I watched the emotions play across his face—confusion, recognition, and then something hardening into anger.
"This is a trick," he said, his voice turning colder. He crumpled the photo and threw it at my feet. "A pathetic attempt at psychological manipulation."
"It's not a trick," I said calmly. "That's your family. Alpha Castor, your father and his Luna, your mother. You disappeared eight years ago on a field trip from Ravenshore Academy."
"Lies!" Bane's voice rose. "My name is Bane Castor, yes, but I chose it myself. I've been running this operation for years. I built this from nothing."
"No," I said firmly. "You were conditioned to believe that. Whoever took you made you into this."
Bane laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You think you can just walk in here, show me some fake photo, tell me a sad story, and I'll what? Break down crying? Abandon everything I've built?"
