Thirteen:
Catesby
Castle Lupine was a fortress, surrounded by a small village. Not the village of Grimm, where the humans lived. But the village of Selene, where the wolves that weren’t royalty or servants of royalty lived. I was a bastard and wasn’t obligated to live in the castle. I had a place of my own, outside of it, although my father required me to keep rooms inside the appalling fortress.
For my safety, he insisted. There were those, he argued, that would use my closeness to him as a way to hurt the King. Of course, that we never spent more than a handful of hours together never seemed to bother him.
At this particular moment, I wasn’t in the castle. I was in the village pub, getting drunk on moonshine. My brother had a mate. He was that
