Amaryllis
Rorick was watching me with a look of almost…admiration. It was an unusual expression I was not used to receiving. I watched him carefully as the more I learned about him, the more confused I got. I thought him a ruthless killer, an assassin or maybe part of an elite tactical squadron for the werewolves that carried out some of their more discreet and dangerous missions. That wasn’t entirely impossible. Even Father had teams like that to carry out missions when he needed to ensure no one knew we were involved.
But then, he said things like that. He was trying to protect his entire race at the risk of exile or death. I knew nothing of the werewolf King and Queen, but whatever they were involved in, Rorcik truly seemed to feel like they would have destroyed his race. I didn’t agr
