…extermination of rogues.
A feeling of deja vú settles over me.
I can hear the same phrase being repeated in my head but it’s in my father’s voice.
I have the sensation of being younger, the days when I would sit on his lap while he worked in the office.
Bad actors.
Was my father a bad actor?
Cirian moves us along, showing me more—the beginnings of a school, a workshop bustling with activity, a communal space where wolves share food and laughter.
“This isn’t just a home for rogues,” he says, gesturing to the buildings. “It’s a chance for
