Vikron “Only three packs were involved in the last attack—Whinsdale, Ravenshire, and Moonridge.” “Moonridge? Elder Adrish’s pack?” Vikron’s eyes widened, the only proof of his shock. Sigewuf walked to the edge of the table and half sat on it, his elbow resting on his thigh. “Yeah. The same one. His pack actually led the attack.” Vikron straightened, his frown deepening. “Well, I suppose one thing never changed—political men and their ability to be fickle.” “All men are fickle.” Vikron cast him a sideways glance. “All men except me.” Sigewuf gave a half chuckle, his eyes narrowing. “Even you.” “You are growing weak. Love weakens every man—love for women, power, position, money. Name it,” Sigewuf said. “Her love weakens your stance, your decisions, and it's obvious. Don’t you think so?” Vikron’s hand shot out, closed around Sigewuf’s neck. “Watch your mouth, brother.” His face came close, almost touching Sigewuf’s. “I forgave you, but not without boundaries. And Camil
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