Chapter 60

Valerius's POV

Leander's cane struck the marble once, sharp as thunder. "You still hate us, don't you?"

I didn't answer. Hate was too small a word for what the Shadowscourge bloodline had done - to my mother, to me. The old wolf thought my silence was guilt, but it was restraint.

Because if I let my wolf speak, the mansion would drown in blood.

I remember every story - not as they told it, but as