Chapter Thirty-Four: Oath

"You're the one who saved him?" My eyes widened, and I stared unabashedly at the man. My lashes fluttered at his blank expression. "When the fire broke out, how did you save him in time...did Morax already know about the attack?"

Miqella glanced at me, but I couldn't tell what his feelings were. He was elusive in his emotional capacity just like Morax, if not worse.

"Morax knew when the fire broke out because of me. He was off handling a threat with Escha when I signaled him. If we had both been present, I'm sure the attack would have turned out very differently." He said the last words with a hint of bitterness, frowning.

It seemed the fire even bothered him, the sharp stick boy. I was surprised. But maybe I shouldn't have been, just because he didn't like me, it didn't mean he didn't love his pack.

"I'm sure things would have been different...but either way, I'm grateful you were home." Crimson eyes slid to my face, and I paused as they rested there. I was tempted to ask if I