Blaze's POV
I should've never gotten involved. That was the first thing I thought after the fight with the wolves. I broke the one rule I had sworn to stick to—don't get involved with wolves' prey. Simple enough, right? I'm a vampire, I'm supposed to keep the balance. The last thing we need right now is a full-on war between vampires and wolves, especially not with the situation I was dealing with.
But there I was, fending off a pack of them for a human boy. God, what the hell had I gotten myself into?
It was like something in me snapped the moment I saw those bastard wolves closing in on him. I knew I was crossing lines, breaking the delicate peace that had existed for centuries between vampires and wolves. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, and I knew this could come back to bite me. Literally.
But I couldn't stop myself. There's something about him—Clark—that just fucks with me.
