Chapter 365

Third Person's POV

"You still work in places like that?" Kyra asked softly, her tone somewhere between disbelief and sorrow.

"For coin," he replied, the ghost of a smile cutting across his face. "After I left my family, no pack would take me. My mother's ill. And this… this kind of work pays fast."

There was no shame in his words—only a hard, brittle irony. His eyes, once bright with convic