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That doesn't keep you from getting hurt by the ones you trust, he countered. Just because he thought he could take care of himself, which Kavik was sure wasn't completely the case, didn't mean he was impervious to getting his heart broken. 

Kratos? That must be the mate. Kavik's temper rose again, but he managed to keep his thoughts to himself. He couldn't help but wonder if Zephyr was being truthful about the whole pack wolves situation. He knew his son, and he didn't think it too far fetched to assume he wasn't as innocent as he was portraying himself. He seemed very arrogant as he described his pack, and Kavik feared the long, painful fall to modesty he would one day suffer. But there was obviously no telling him anything, so it would just be another thing he wouldn't be able to protect him from. 

His thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt. Rosalie was alive? But how? How many of his assumed dead family was alive then? And the way Zephyr had said it—like he was telling him what he ate for breakfast that morning; so cold. Why was he like that? Do you have no empathy? he asked, anger getting the better if him again. That's not how you tell someone their mate is still alive when they've gone months thinking they were dead. He looked at his son as if he couldn't see him clearly.