Some worlds are not built for everyone who lives in them. This is a story about one of those worlds - and the fox-like rogue who refuses to disappear inside it.
At five years old, Velrik is torn from Vaelwyn by raiders and sold into slavery. The last piece of clothing from home is ripped from his body. A collar takes its place.
For five years, he is property - an exotic curiosity to be displayed, corrected, and forgotten by a lord who sees him as less than sapient. When freedom finally comes, it arrives not as rescue but as a stinging reminder: this world was never meant for him.
Montressa is a city of humans, and the word Aberrant follows him through every street. But the people freed alongside him refuse to scatter, and in the years that follow, Velrik finds something he didn't dare hope for: a family, a craft, and a fragile life carved out of a world that would rather he didn't exist.
Under the guidance of a master rogue, Velrik grows from a frightened kit into something sharper. He learns to navigate the city's underbelly, to trust the weight of a blade in his hand, and to carve out a place in a world that would rather he disappear. For six years, it almost feels like home.
Then everything falls apart. Velrik is forced to flee the only family he had left - alone once more, with blood on his hands and nowhere to run