SEVEN YEARS AGO!
"How does it feel to be a rogue?" Sigewuf sneered, looming over Vikron's bloodied frame sprawled on the floor just outside of Darkstar's border, blood slicked the corners of his mouth..
Vikron couldn’t speak. His parched throat felt like one more word would push him straight into unconsciousness.
"I could spare your life," Sigewuf murmured, crouching lower to grab a fistful of Vikron’s hair, "if you’d just beg."
The sting of betrayal suffocated Vikron more than the pain. His own brother—his blood, had turned on him. Lied. Framed him. Presented fabricated evidence to Ultima Rawson and the rest of the pack leaders. Vikron searched for a reason but nothing connected. Nothing made sense.
"Why?" he rasped. It was all he had strength for.
A tear slid unnoticed down his bru
