Angel's POV
"I said it was complicated, Angel."
"How can you like being held captive? Don't you know how terrible that could be!" I nearly yelled at her, remembering the horror I passed through in Hawkins castle.
She pressed her lips together. "I said you wouldn't understand, Angel. Let's forget about that and talk about what happened to you instead." She said, her voice was gentler now. She already knew, I thought - or suspected. She'd had her suspicions about Uriel, after all. Had received that mark from him. But she asked anyway, and I found that I was too tired to be anything other than honest.
"Uriel isn't Uriel," I said. The words came out flat and simple, stripped of everything dramatic because I didn't have the energy for drama anymore. "He was never Uriel. It was a name he used because he needed me to trust him before I knew who he was." I looked at my hands. "He's the Alpha, Lyra. The real Alpha. He's been the Alpha the entire time."
Lyra was quiet for a moment.
