Ninety-five

“Wait, What? How can I be an Ardolf? I’ve heard so many terrible things about them—you. This also makes no sense.” I was confused.

“Yes, you’ve heard so many terrible things about us because you lived in Dark Stone Pack. They’d have painted us terribly. Though we may have just done some of the things they might’ve claimed we did to fight for our rights. They crushed us, destroyed us so much, took over our land, then they decided to paint us as the bad guys?” Freya scoffed.

“ I don’t know whatever they might have told you, but I’m certain it’s mostly false.” Mom said.

“ I don’t understand; this makes no sense. The things I heard of the Ardolfs are that you were so mean to the pack and Keegan has always mentioned that the Ardolfs ruined his life and life of other pack member like how the Ardolfs killed Mrs. Bea’s husband and almost took scarlet life, if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, we understand what you mean, but most of those things aren’t even true. Or they are just from false