Selvara's POV

I was still kneeling beside the dead assassin. My hands were shaking and I could not stop staring at his face. I knew him, not well, but I had seen him before. He used to stand guard outside the Alpha's hall. He was one of the trusted warriors and also one of the elders' personal guards. How could this be?

"Selvara," Zyros said softly.

"Do you know him?"

I nodded slowly. "He... he was part of your father's elite guard. I saw him many times in the stronghold." I answered even ...