Jack of Harts

As a child, I dressed up and went to a good little boarding school.  As a teenager, I had my youthful indiscretions, and my family lawyers made them go away.  I was a slave to a life of indulgence.  Then the Shang came.  I became a free man when I fought them, a wolf hunting the enemies of my pack.  After The War, my family didn’t recognize the big bad wolf.  They wanted the good little sheep I’d been.  So I walked.  I am a wolf.  I am a free man.  I am no one’s prey.