AMARIS
The name Victor had come up in a lot of statements since I got to this pack. From Nia, Rowan and vaguely from Ryker.
I had always had this picture of an ugly man with a scar on his face, a devilish grin and a stamp on his forehead that shows his wickedness and sheer evil.
But here he was. Victor hale in person and he looked nothing like what I had thought he would look like.
I stared at him and my brain finally connected the dots between the charming man I had been talking to and the name that had been whispered like a curse around Gravemoon since I arrived.
"Wait," I breathed, taking a step back. "You are the Victor that destroyed the pack?"
Victor laughed, the sound rich and genuinely amused like I had just told the funniest joke he had heard all year, "Is that what they are telling you?" He tilted his head, something that looked almost like pity sitting in his eyes. "They sure wouldn't tell you the full story."
