The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
Four, thick, leather-bound volumes.
And a knife. A small, wickedly sharp, black-handled dagger.
I turned, my heart hammering.
Kael's eyes met mine. There was no pity in them. There was... a strange, wary respect.
"He said... 'A prisoner with a deadline should learn to read. And a player needs a piece.'"
He bowed, stiffly, and left.
I stared at the items.
The books: A History of the Lycan Lineage. Pack Law and Governance. The Great Wars of the South. Blood Oaths and Ancient Bonds.