Wolf sat at the desk, not moving, a virtual prisoner in the Wolverine's apartment at the palace. There was only a drawing room, a bedroom, and a bathroom and he didn't go into the bedroom. Meals were brought to him three times a day.
Wolf numbly realized that Wayne had set him up. The squire had found his biggest weakness; he was too trusting. He knew a knight would never be that trusting, but he wasn't going to be a knight. He wasn't going to medical school. His best option was to go back to the sss; this time for good.
There came a knock at the door and Wolf slowly got up to answer it. When he opened the door, nobody could be seen, but at his feet laid a piece of white cloth with a red stain. He reached down to pick it up, and found the stain wet. When he held it up to let it hang betw
