A NEW ALLY

It took Xavier less than an hour to get everyone up and marching again.

After conquering and defeating Alpha Ferran, all the wolves of the North were shouting and chanting his name. He was their acclaimed hero, and savior. In that moment, Xavier realized how fickle they were - every single one of them, himself included. A few minutes ago, they would have claimed they could die for their king but now that he was dead, they had all thrown their weights behind someone else like the king never even existed in the first place.

They stayed up the whole night partying, drinking and lighting candles around the pack but Xavier was in no mood for celebration. Of course it was an occasion worth celebrating but the war had merely just begun. He had fought the most inferior opponent and even that took him guts and calculation. He still had his evil uncle, Ghost, the elder that betrayed him, Obada and the evil witch, Calistè all after his head. There was no reason to celebrate. All he wanted to do