ASHER
I stared down at the report that had just been hand-delivered to my office, and as my eyes trailed over it, my eyebrows creased together.
The report had been drafted by my guards after their full investigation of the imposter we’d apprehended yesterday. Unfortunately all they’d uncovered was his name, and a small crest they’d found on his person.
I held the small medallion in my hands and studied it carefully. I knew all of the Packs crests by heart, and none of them matched the one on the charm. This crest didn’t belong to any group in Wegalla, I was sure of it.
Apparently, the man’s name was Spike Nox, though it sounded more like an alias than his given name. According to the register list of all the guards in Merliscire, he’d been recruited as a five years ago, and had served
