Justifiable Punishment
“I know you, don’t I?” asked the King, squatting down to be eye level with the kid wolf. He watched him nod slowly, eyes darting, trying to find an exit. “What is your name, boy?” “W-Wren (r~en)” he answered. Rowan watched the boy for a long moment, pressing his hand to the wound on his side to stem the flow of blood. “You clean my office” he said once the realisation hit who the boy was. “Yes,” he confirmed, pushing himself backwards, stopping only when he hit the edge of the shield as Rowan stood. “Who organised this attack on your King?” Alarik asked in a clipped tone. The boy furrowed his brow for a moment in confusion. “We weren’t here for you, my Lord.” Rowan’s head snapped around, finding Elvi’s face. They wanted to remove his mate from the situation. He watched her face as ex
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