Angel's POV
I stared at Uriel, my mind struggling to process what he'd just said.
"Lord Merrick is your brother?"
"Yes," Uriel said simply, like he'd just told me it might rain later instead of revealing he was apparently related to nobility.
"But... how?" I shook my head, trying to organize my scattered thoughts. "Warriors don't have brothers who are lords. That's not… you can't be…"
"I can be. And I am."
The pieces were starting to fit together now, forming a picture I hadn't wanted to see.
"That's why you're different," I breathed. "That's what Lyra noticed. The way you talk to the generals, to the Alpha. The way they defer to you sometimes. You're not just some random warrior - you're nobility."
Uriel didn't deny it.
"But then why?" I demanded, frustration bleeding into my voice. "Why are you here, living this life, serving that monstrous Alpha? Why would you choose battlefields and blood over - over castles and comfort?"
