ZachWhen I arrive at the docks, fully shifted and dressed thanks to my military assistants, the place is bustling with activity, but it’s not from cannon fire or wolf battles. Thankfully, there was never any of that. Out at sea, the Green Mountain captain surrendered, according to my warriors. His ship’s towering hull, which is fitted with equipment and weapons I’ve never seen before, has been towed to the docks, escorted by our largest warship and several other support boats.I admire it in the distance, where it floats by the end of our longest pier, as a small boat approaches, paddled in toward the dock by one man, with another man seated in the center. The men become clearer as they approach, and when the silver chains glisten in the waning evening sunlight on the dark-haired man, I know this is our prisoner.And this is ridiculous. Silver chains?Father asked me to handle this issue, so I’m doing this my way.“Get the fucking chains off him,” I order the sailor as I approach.Th
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
