OLIVER They didn’t see me follow them. But that’s what I was good at. Sneaking, slipping into the shadows where the darkness supplied a blanket of cover. Hiding. They didn’t scent me. Jack's masking spray coming in handy once again. And they didn’t notice me, crouching on the roof when they left the guard's hut. Listening and watching. The young King had lived, and I really shouldn’t be surprised. With everything I have seen in this twisted world, a wolf such as Kellen coming back from the dead makes total sense, right? Part of me, my wolf, was disgusted that the gods had favored him and was disappointed that he wasn’t six feet under. The other part of me admired his strength. I envied what he had, that he grew up with loving parents, friends, and family, never having to struggle through life. I was born a rogue, my mother was killed by his father. Executed for being a rogue. So I was told by Silas. I wonder if Silas ever knew that I was his son, or if he chose to ignore it like I c
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