The Rogue Alpha

Kael

I stare at Wane, my old friend, standing right in front of me now—his face twisted with pure hatred, his eyes burning with something dark and unforgiving. It has been many years, but there is no mistaking him at all.

It is him. It is Wane. The same one I knew when we were close, laughed together often, did things together, but this Wane in front of me looks very different now.

“Wane, what is going on here? Can’t we truly talk about this?” I manage to say, my voice ...