Issahil

Not minding the chains restricting him, the emperor pulled his granddaughter into his embrace and she moved her tiny hands to his back, patting him.

Tears streamed down the emperor's cheeks and I scoffed. So finally, he did feel shame or guilt or both…and only because his granddaughter had learnt of his misdeeds. What a hypocrite!

If it hadn't been my son Erlind that he had taken…if it had been some other infant wolf and perhaps no one had found him out, then he would have gotten away with his misdeeds without feeling any shame whatsoever. 

“You might want to get to your confession now,” Caleb made his way...