AN OLD ENEMY

The news of Ghost Damon’s death spread like wild fire throughout all the packs in the world. The evil Lycan king was dead. Many of the werewolves of the West greeted the news with joy. For them, Ghost was a symbol of terror, the one that had taken away most of their loved ones from them. They were only too happy to hear of his death, not even bothering to care who had actually killed him. The Northern pack on the other hand were indifferent about his death. Their former Alpha, Ferran had a pact with Ghost that made him not to siege their city and so they didn’t really suffer or feel his wrath, but now they had a new leader, the teenage boy Alpha from the West, Xavier Damon.

Xavier was skeptical about the news at first. He thought it was a lie, a plan hatched by Ghost himself to make him relax and relent in his march towards the North so that the Lycan army would be able to ambush him properly and strike him down. Everyone around was surprised at the news of his death and the first que