she's strong

Blaze breathed out. It was taking longer than it should have. He had been sitting in the same spot now and waiting for Sandro to stride out of the room to begin the ritual.

But he wasn't anywhere to be found. Blaze doubted if he was in the room to begin with.

He stood on his feet and walked towards Sandro's room but halted as the door went ajar.

Sandro strode out with Alessia in front of him, and he shoved her.

Instinctively, Blaze dashed forward and crouched to help her up.

He flushed, realising she was not Arabella. For a second, he had assumed Alessia was.

He helped her up all the same and turned.

Blaze brushed a hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Do you have feelings for her as well? Fúck... How many girls in the pack are you interested in?" Sandro glowered.

Arabella alone. That was the statement on the tip of Blaze's tongue, but he stopped himself from blurting it out.

"I'm interested in no one." Blaze shot Sandro a glare.

"Then, stop acting all touchy," S