Morgan
“So, will you tell me again? What’s your real name? How did you wind up in this mess?” I asked once more, hoping this time he'd be a little more forthcoming.
After a moment of silence, still looking to be weighing up his options and whether to actually trust us, he sighed and spoke.
"Valentin Boissonneau…it's not a name I've used for a while. I used to use a fake name before."
"French Canadian, I take it?" And he nodded to my added question.
"I was originally from Nunavut territory," he continued.
"I was born a rogue. My mother had an affair with a mated wolf and he got her pregnant during her heat. She was cast out for it, he got nothing," Valentin took an angry breath. "After she died, I just drifted aimlessly, not really paying attention to where I was or where I was headi
