Chapter 77

"Timothy and I grew up in a small village just on the outskirts of a small town called Washua." Thomas began keeping his voice neutral. "We were a small pack of wolves that specialized in raising the ultimate trackers."

Just from those simple words, I could already understand where this story was going to go. No one liked trackers. They were looked down on in the wolf community, because they didn't take sides with anyone and provided their skills to the highest bidders.

"If memory serves me correctly, it happened late one winter night, right after my parents received a large sum of money to track down this big-shot alpha that was beginning to dwell in corrupt deeds."

"Corrupt?" I repeated in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"He was beginning to help rogues kill innocents." Thomas responded, his voice dropping an octave in disgust.