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*Present* *Cole POV* That night I discovered so many dead rogues, more than half were with fatal weapon injuries instead of the standard wolf attack injuries that one would expect to find. I always wondered if it was that girl. Everything told me that it was. Common sense and logic could only lead to that conclusion, but it is still hard to wrap my head around the fact, so young and so small but so capable. I look at the small daggers that sit on my desk. They are especially built for a tiny hand. I salvaged many things that day but I somehow knew they were hers and I wanted to give them to her. I wanted to give them as a present to the girl that I just had to know better, maybe just so I would have an excuse for those eyes to fall on me once more. To see that color once more, for he