บท 306: CHAPTER 306 Stem The Tide

　　~ CASIMIR ~

　　I sat there, stewing in an entire life's worth of political machinations, education, and hierarchical jousting.

　　Even my father had always agreed that the culture came from the top. I'd prided myself when I removed him by immediately taking steps to lower the sense of threat and intimidation that wolves felt from the throne.

　　But my perspective had been off.

　　Being an improvement on my father hadn't killed the root of the weed that plagued us. It had only driven it underground. And now we were finally seeing those green shoots and leaves, full of poison and malice.

　　And I'd done nothing to stop that. If anything, I'd worked in the shadows more. My father had never hidden his compulsion from the packs, always hung it over everyone's heads as a threat.

　　His power had been a blunt force instrument.

　　Mine was a surgeon's scalpel.

　　Both were deadly- but somehow I'd managed to hide mine behind a veil of helping.

　　Dear God, I'd been so deceived.