After watching the humans walk into town to bury their dead, I lead my council back to the camp of the rogues.
It was empty, and we hadn't discovered anything previously, but I felt like if we were going to find any clues to where they had originated from in the first place, it would be there.
"So, one of the rogues managed to escape, and I was even able to get his name before he did," I revealed to my group, glancing back at them when we stepped foot into the campgrounds of the rogues.
Marcellus was the only one who seemed just as eager as me in these investigations. As for my uncle and the Delta... The two middle-aged men had disapproving looks on their faces and avoided eye contact.
I could still feel my uncle's anger directed at me after I subdued him with my Alpha King aura, but I didn't give a rat's ass about that.
