Garrou sat back, tapping his chin with his fingers as if thinking. “But you know,” he said, “our old boy Hugh didn’t take their barb as an insult. Oh, no… in fact, he took it as a badge of honor. He used the wolf as his family crest, a great lupine head on his shield and banners to warn everyone that Hugh the Wolf had arrived, that slaughter was soon to follow. Unfortunately, he was eventually killed in battle by some random arrow. What a pity.”
He’s insane, Peter thought. He’s totally f*****g insane!
“For quite a while,” Garrou went on, “the family didn’t amount to much because apparently, we come from an illegitimate French branch of Hugh’s from Normandy. He was a man driven by his appetites, after all, so that comes as little surprise. We started off as a family of bastard knights, wh
