Chapter 113: The Connections

Lucius’s POV

I marched toward the tent where Fred was being kept with a boiling heart filled with rage.

I felt so stupid. The signs had always been there from the very beginning, and I failed to recognize them or maybe I was just too blinded to see them.

From the very first day I met him, I recognized the strange scent of him. When he gave me that cock and bull story about his pack, I knew there was something about it that didn’t entirely add up, but I chose to believe it.

And then it didn’t stop there, when the council had arrested him suspecting him to be Patrick, I had the feeling that they were on to something. My council might have been cowards, but they were not entirely stupid. Something must have led them to Fred’s doorstep, and I had closed my eyes to that possibility.

Fast forward to the day I went to tell him about his freedom, he had been on the phone speaking about something strange. Yet again, I let it slide. He even had the guts to call me and give me intel like he was