My feet carried me from the library and into the dark hallways of the fortress. It is cold tonight, the mist thick as I walk through them, but not even the cold evening could stop the burning anger that pulses through my veins.
I badly needed answers to the point that I cannot breathe.
And only he could give it.
Luckily, I didn’t have to find him. Somehow and someway, I knew exactly where he was.
It does not take long for me to stand in front of his office and push it open without announcing myself.
The Wicked Wolf sat behind his desk, his hand cradling a drink while the other held a document that he was reading with furrowed eyebrows. He wasn’t alone. In the room with him was Julian, his general, and Andros, his bodyguard. They huddled together like a pack of hungry predators. Seeing
