Chapter 137: Old Covenants and Ruthlessness

Adolph walked into the room where Chasel had corralled the leader of the group of rogues they’d caught near the borders and wasn’t surprised to find them still kicking up a fuss. He sat in front of the two dirty-faced and angry-looking rogues and observed them as they snarled and ranted about being captured.

The others had been a bit more reserved, near quiet as they were teetering on the edge of madness. These two were different. They were mated for one and very cognizant. It seemed these were banished werewolves. Perhaps the others were as well, but the call of madness that made true rogues had worn them down too far.

"Who are you? Why were you skulking around the border? And what have you to do with the vampire queen, Morrigan."

The man snarled, "That wench always short-changed us. And what does it matter who we are?"

Adolph lifted an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected any real answer, but the answer was intriguing.

"Short-changed you in what way?"

"She only ever paid six of ten for any