Trained to be the best fighter, tracker, killer. He had risen fast through the Royal Guard. Now he was on his most important assignment ever. His prey, the prey selected by the king himself, was before him. There was no one the king could entrust with protecting the very existence of werewolves other than... The Royal Assassin Yet... after hearing the words whispered to him when he was on the verge of finishing off his prey, could he end his assignment? This short story is NOT a Brother Wolf story! I'm very pleased with the results from the contest prompt it came from. Other various genre shorts can be found in my poems book😜