Holding Elva, Nicholas winced as he bent his right wrist. He had tried to hide it, and maybe would have been successful if I had been anyone other than his ex-girlfriend.
He’d told me the story himself, when we had been dating.
Nicholas had excelled for his age. His werewolf abilities were some of the strongest in the entire kingdom, even when he’d been a child.
Because of this, when a war had broken out in the north between the Werewolf Kingdom and the Bear People, Nicholas had been sent to the front lines. He’d only been 11 at the time.
Though his talent was immense, he lacked the years of training that other soldiers had.
He fought hard and well. He felled many foes. But his inexperience too often led him into situations he might have otherwise known to avoid.
Once, he followed
