Selvara's POV
I was still kneeling beside the dead assassin. My hands were shaking and I could not stop staring at his face. I knew him, not well, but I had seen him before. He used to stand guard outside the Alpha's hall. He was one of the trusted warriors and also one of the elders' personal guards. How could this be?
"Selvara," Zyros said softly.
"Do you know him?"
I nodded slowly. "He... he was part of your father's elite guard. I saw him many times in the stronghold." I answered even though my tone was trembling. Zyros's face went pale.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes." Valen stepped closer and knelt beside the body. He pulled back the man's sleeve and his eyes widened.
"Zyros," he said quietly. "Look at this."
There was a tattoo on the assassin's arm. It was a wolf's head surround
