"I remember now! He's from our pack" I declared as the memory finally came back to me. I pointed at the leather shoes. "Those belong to one of my father's bodyguards. He only works for my father."

I bit my lower lip. Although I didn't want to believe that my father had anything to do with this, I couldn’t risk hiding anything because this was a life-and-death situation.

"He was affiliated with a gang of criminals who were going to be executed, but my father said ...