Chapter 13 Wolves Don't Apologize

• I could feel my hands shaking as my eyes scanned through the reports in front of me. I felt my back burn as my teeth seared.
• Three scouts on borders, dead. Not just three, three more. Three more fucking scouts are dead.
• My teeth clashed together as I pieced it together once more. There are no signs of a breach, no signs of infiltration...but just signs that there was someone brave, brave enough to go against me. To betray me and attack my guards and even kill them.