Chapter 22

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Caleb We all have our demons, but mine has a face. I see him every time I look in the mirror or when I pass a window, and it's not my lycan—it's my human face because I don't like myself. There is poison in my head, especially when I stand in the doorframe and watch the elves take care of alpha Roger. He is in bad shape and would have died if I didn't bring him to the elves. Honestly, I was close to letting him bleed out in the courtyard. Sadly, there would be consequences if I killed Roger since I gave him my word not to attack him or his pack members. I promised him that he could safely step upon my grounds. Yet I wouldn't mind if he died. I'm a f*****g monster. I must be a terrible person because the only reason I brought Roger here is to atone for my sins. I don't care abo

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