The passing days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, and eventually, the months transformed into years. Our relentless pursuit to uncover the culprit responsible for dismantling Meadow's pack left us no closer to the truth than when we last received news from home. That was over ten years ago.
Meadow has never brought up my past, which honestly surprised me because I expected her to connect the dots. In my former life, I went by the name Dexter, and I was exiled. Unless, of course, she simply never gave it a second thought. But Meadow seemed uninterested in digging into the past, and I was grateful for her acceptance. It was a relief to have someone who didn't judge me based on my previous life.
Lucius and his associates were swimming in wealth, and they had minions to ha
