Chapter 17. Dredged Up

SAELYNA

The man that walks into the room has to be at least, six feet tall. All I can think of is the images in the books back at home, the large bestial creatures portrayed as wolvens in their might. Even when humans, retain their characteristics, some remotely, others can be perceived up close. Like this Alpha.

Cyran’s grip on my hand tightens as he turns those large crimson eyes to us. His hair falls thick on his shoulders, gray as his neatly kept beard. His claws are not retracted like the rest of the pack; they are out, long, and easily blending in with his physique and appearance. He feels around for his chair however and I have the idea that he must be blind.

“I must admit, you lot are bigger now. Ten years went by in a flash… a lot was happening, either way,” he mutters.

“You. You knew us as well?” Cyran inquires despite himself.

“Your parents. They were one of the leaders of the rebellion, and I was their assistant on the wolven front.”

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