Behind Locked Doors and Darkened Corridors

A General Targg/Wulf fanfic.

Five years after Freca's untimely demise, Wulf finds himself in a predicament. A sticky one. The tower was dark and cold, and he was alone save for one man. The night his ever-loyal General had found him, he was a mess. And since that encounter they had established a routine, one never spoken or acknowledged. When Wulf called he came, in more ways than one.