Chapter 95
For his credit, he stood still with a neutral expression as Merhold continued to speak. I expected him to at least try to say some words in defence of himself but he remained quiet.
“Your pack members hurt my sister. There’s a hell of lot to pay for that.” Merhold’s eyes narrowed on him.
Froste nodded his head slowly, a look of remorse evident on his face as he watched my older brother carefully.
“What happened to that vicious woman in the end?” Halven asked, his gaze fixed solely on Froste.
“Exiled and banished from the kingdom.” Froste answered curtly, like it was something of muscle memory to him.
Halven looked disgruntled at that revelation. “That wasn’t enough after what she put my sister through.”
“Agreed.” Greyven piped in.
Without another word, Halven took out his phone and dialled a number before putting the phone to his ear.
“Lieutenant,” he said into the phone. “I want you to find someone for me.”
After a pause, he continued. “No. I just want you to find her and bring her to me.”
I shared a glance with Olavir who’s gaze was fixed on Halven. Halven pretended not to see Froste as he made the call.
“Yes, I want you to find….” He paused, turning to Halven.
I realized that he didn’t know the woman’s name. No wonder he had stopped right when he’d been talking.
“Caroline,” Olavir piped up, “That’s her name.”
Halven nodded. “I want you to find me a she–wolf named Caroline. When you find her, gut her wolf like the dog it is and throw her into the border warrior barracks. She was once a whore if I remember correctly? She can have lots of fun there.”
If Froste looked shocked by what Halven had said, he did a pretty good job of hiding it. Still, he wasn’t able to look away from my brother.
Halven had a cruel smirk on his face as he ended the call. “That’s how we protect the pack’s princess. You’d do well to learn a couple of things.”
Froste swallowed, not quite saying anything or giving some sort of reaction. I expected him to lash out or be upset in some way but all I got was silence.
When he finally raised his head again, there was a blank look in his eyes. That was…. unexpected. For as long as I remember, he’d always been someone with a strong sense of morality. I’d have thought he’d be pissed at Halven for giving out such an order but he seemed to be taking it pretty well. Better than I expected.
“I agree.” He nodded his head. “It’s something I’ll make
sure I learn in the future.”
Even Askhan looked surprise that Froste had agreed with what Halven had done. I couldn’t help but wonder what was possibly going through his head. His eyes were blank and unreadable, leaving me with no assumption to latch on to.
Greyven stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Froste for a long time. His eyes were sharp and unreadable as he watched Froste.
“I’m going to ask you a question, and you better answer truthfully.” Greyven said.
“I’ll do my best.” Froste folded his arms and straightened up.
Greyven nodded. You used to be uninterested in materialistic things like money and positions. Now you’re active in politics all of a sudden.”
“That is correct.” Froste nodded, waiting for Greyven to
go on.
“However, now you’re actively involved in politics. What’s your purpose for doing that? Why the sudden change?” Greyven finished, his eyes fixed expectantly on Froste.
Froste remained silent for a while, pondering on what to say. I wondered if maybe he’d changeit. Maybe he wanted the power and glory that would come with taking high and official positions.
hauter
He finally raised his head. Ever so briefly, his faze flickered to me, It seemed to linger for what felt like sterity before he trally ferries),
Greyven
“I’m only doing this for one reason.” He answered.
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