Chapter Eleven

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GRAYSON Eleven hours, we spent eleven hours trawling the forest tracking the rogue. We found him eventually hiding behind a large oak tree twenty miles from my territory. We returned him to the basement and questioned him again. I considered torturing the information out of him but the majority of our species do not inflict pain for sport, even to retrieve vital information. It isn't the way we do this, it is not who we are. I have given him every opportunity to talk but so far he remains silent, protecting a man I know would not offer the same courtesy. He'll yield eventually, they always do. Rogues are predominantly lone wolves and therefore have no allegiance to anyone else, how Axel has managed to recruit so many others to his cause is a mystery. Perhaps it is the goal they have i

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