OLIVER POV (6 months later)
The car pulled up to the front of the packhouse.
I took in every detail. It’d felt like a lifetime since I was last here—my home. My birthplace, yet, it felt surreal to be here again.
Part of me wasn’t sure if I should return. I knew my parents, my sister, heck, even Frankie, missed me. None of them looked at me like the monster I was near the end, but I still couldn’t shake those haunting doubts within me.
The thoughts that questioned if I was deserving of their grace and acceptance.
I spent the last six months on an extensive and brutally challenging training course within the Wolfen Kingdom. I will say, the Royal historian is not someone to challenge when it comes to wolfen knowledge. That female is jammed back full of anything and everything.
I quickly
