Gideon’s POV
The rogue wolves we had captured in our raid in the forest were chained against the far wall of our holding area. It would be ostentatious to call it a dungeon. It was really just a glorified shed that normally held mechanical parts.
Now it held three of the scruffiest, rankest dogs I’d seen in a long while. Their disheveled state was at odds with the concerted way they’d attacked, and that dissonance troubled me.
Again I had the disturbing thought that there had to be a singular person coordinating their movements…
Or an organization.
I was wasting time pondering when the answers could be right here in front of me. I cracked my knuckles and watched the men squirm as they watched me approach.
“Gentlemen,” my tone suggested I thought of them as anything but, “have eit
