[Ian]
We had taken some time after reading the files to talk. Bailey was fuming, and I wasn’t much better. Reading Oliver Sandulf’s account of being raised to be a killer by humans, being sent out on deadly missions before he even had his wolf, and then being treated like a breeding stud to create an even stronger werewolf they could manipulate and mold into a killing machine with no emotional attachments.
None of the stories I had ever heard about Oliver Sandulf included that. No one ever knew where he and his Dark Moon Rogues came from. Oh, Goddess, they kept the name of the place that had created them. They made it the flag they fought under. A reminder of where they started and what they suffered. Something to drive them forward.
The Dark Moon Pack was a slap in the face to the peop
