Ankyra Sound do you read with him too?

if there was one thing caiaphas had not received as of late, it was submission. her gaze cut through aiolos, first suspicious, and then interested -- who was he, really, that he bent his legs and looked away to appease her?

long ago, caiaphas had been a wolf to command such a high station, yet those days had passed. now she was just a rogue, a withered drifter -- knocked around by the wind of cruel fates, keeping life only long enough to carry her flame of vengeance just a moment longer..

"who is your unit?" caiaphas asked, finding that phrasing odd. she was not so naive to hope he was part of rusalka -- he smelled nothing of them -- but perhaps, maybe he was displaced same as she.