Ezra
Once Cadbury regained consciousness (and threw up) he sang like a canary. Between the information the newly castrated rogue provided and the information I had already gathered, a very disturbing picture came together. Garrick had been working behind my back for more than a year, organizing a group of anti-human separatists within the pack. Amongst the members of his faction were several old, wealthy families. Those old-money wolves fronted the money to hire the mercenary Leo and his loosely-knit pack of rogues to make calculated raids on our borders that were meant to pick away at our security and demoralize our warriors little by little. It was a long, slow game that Garrick was playing, but in the end, he clearly intended to challenge me as alpha and take me down.
It was a sicken
