Chapter Ten

WOLF

Caius leads the way, and before long, I can hear the raucous laughter and gruff voices of whom I can only imagine to be the rest of the rogues. Everyone goes quiet the moment we step into an open clearing, the hole as I would imagine.

Raising my brows, I take in my surroundings with surprised fascination. This place is pretty damn nice for a salt mine.

Suddenly all eyes are on me with questioning looks and stares, some seem curious, and others look either agitated or indifferent to my presence.

I recognize a few faces and rogues that have been with Caius since I met him; they're hard as nails and have equally rough exterior features that make it seem like they piss vinegar for a living.

Rogues, I scoff; you've got to love how welcoming they all are to each other, I think sarcastically as I smirk before shoving my hands into my pockets. It's best to keep a clear head in a place like this, and by the looks, some of the older rogues are giving me, it's clear they remember who I am,