Chapter Forty-seven

“The werewolf with the golden fur,” Xavier replied.

“You mean Blaze, his real name is Faelan?” Angel asked, darting a widened gaze at Blaze who was now shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“Yes, he has a family, a brother, waiting to reunite with him,” Xavier supplied.

“Interesting—” Angel said, arching an eyebrow at Blaze who rolled his eyes but Angel could tell he was happy at the information and excited. He felt happy for the young Were. “He never spoke about a family, but that isn’t a surprise. I knew he was brought in young. They take them through hell before throwing them in the Were pit. Some weren’t strong enough to make it that far. He did. You don’t want to know what they do to pups around here…” Angel said, causing everyone to lower their gazes to the floor.

“Why Blaze though?”

“The boy is always angry, and when he was brought to us, he wasn’t able to remember a thing. I and the rest of the guys named him Blaze,” Angel replied. Blaze held his gaze looking sheepish, the co