Chapter 22 Nathan

• Shortly after breakfast, we made our way to Wolfingham Wolf Academy.
• I didn’t want to go, but my uncle—the retired Alpha of the pack I’m currently running—forced me. He mentioned something about a job for me there, one that required my special skills. Skills I hated to use, skills that were forced upon me by my ruthless father, who believed tormenting me would make me stronger.
• In the end, it was my uncle who saved me from my father, and because of that, I owe him. I owe him my life. Even if I despise using my special skills, I’ll do it for him. Now, you’re probably wondering what I mean by "special skills," right? Well, I’m what you’d call a cleanup wolf—an assassin, to put it simply. My father trained me from a young age to be a killing machine, and that’s exactly what I’ve become.