After the dreadful revelation, much to his displeasure, I didn't even want to look at the King's face, let alone have dinner with him and chit chat like nothing had ever happened. When he found out I couldn't shift, he ordered a specialist to be dispatched. I couldn't say I appreciated his concern or bothered to thank him. Nothing can bring redemption for what he did. Sending him to hell with my own hands would be the only thing to soothe my thirst for revenge.
The specialist is a mentor who guides pups after their first shift and helps them control their wolves. After several unsuccessful attempts, he waived off the usual method and initiated sessions similar to therapy. I've shared with him whatever information might be relevant to my conundrum. He considered my experience with shifti
