Cayden
“Want some?” I ask with a grin, and he straightens back up, walking around my desk to sit down in one of the chairs standing in front of it. “Thank you, brother. But I guess you would bestow the most severe form of poisoning on me since the Black Death.”
I flash him my canines in a broad grin, getting him to laugh again. “Anyway, if you have a few moments to spare for me, I can let you know what I found out in the most boring, still ongoing, trial of our kins’ history.”
“What is it?” I ask, and he takes out a small notebook.
I have always asked myself where he got these from as they look as old as he is.
“They finally are getting that the wolfless woman was one of ours and that she was kidnapped and not exiled after having been tortured like the Saviano i***t was trying to
