Chapter 72

Forty days.

He had been in this hell hole for exactly forty days. Hiding in the crevices, eating crumbs of dirt from the ground. Disguising as a beggar and asking for crumbs on the street. His golden blonde hair was turning a grumpy shade of brown and Harris could not remember when last a comb touched his beard.

This was what it was really like in the land of the rogues. This was the reason people dreaded this place, this was why the outlands was every wolf's worst nightmare. It was a place where the strong ate the weak and picked their teeth with their bones. It was a place where you could choose to eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. There were no middlemen, you were either a victor or a victim. Harris could not still tell his standpoint, but the way he had survived these last days was still a surprise to him.

After being locked up in the jail cell for two days, Harris had not seen his banishment coming. When the iron bars of his prison were pulled open, the