Chloe’s dagger bounced harmlessly off Xavier’s skin and she stared at him in shock. That strike was clean enough to bring him down at once but nothing happened.Rhea dragged Xavier and pushed him away from the scene.“Stay away from her,” Rhea warned. “She’s dangerous. I would handle her.”“I’m the Alpha here,” Xavier snarled baring his fangs. “I’m the one who should be protecting you.”“Don’t worry about me,” Rhea frowned. “I can take care of myself.”Xavier ignored her and turned to face Chloe, his eyes flashing with rage. “You will not hurt my pack.”Chloe backed away slowly, her hands firmly attached to Megan’s wrists and her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen the Alpha so angry before. It was clear that he was ready to protect his pack with his life and Chloe had no doubt that he would do it.“Agree to the deal,” Xavier grunted. “Leave Megan to stay with us and I’ll forget that you were once our enemy. I would forgive you for all my people that you have killed.”“Th
Xavier had been skeptical about the whole plan. All the way to the North, he had tried to calm down and focus on what he had to do to win the war but as soon as he saw the huge ice plated gates that separated the Northern Ice Wolves pack from the rest of the world, he lost it. His heart had started beating faster and Jimin who had quickly noticed it, relieved him of the tension by coming up with a plan. He had offered to go talk to Alpha Ferran first, alone. Xavier was not happy about the prospects of his Beta and arguably the strongest warrior he had waking unarmed and unprotected into Ferran’s territory but Jimin’s mind was pretty much made up already. He believed his plan was the only way they were going to successfully make an alliance with, or defeat the North, if it came to a battle. It was always best to have a quick diplomatic meeting to see if bloodshed could be avoided. He knew thousands of innocent wolves were going to die, fighting for what they thought was right, fighting
It did not take Xavier longer than a minute for him to realize who that was. He watched as Ferran’s wolf bounded towards him, a dark glint in its eyes and he swallowed hard. Calistè had left him without even bothering to test if her weird blood magic worked and Xavier hoped that it did.Ferran’s wolf was just a few meters away from him when he started feeling a growing burning sensation inside of him. Just as the wolf dove at him with outstretched claws, he heard the voice he could never mistake any other’s for. He heard the voice of his father, Dan Damon.“Long time no see, son,” the voice floated in his ears.His father’s voice was enough motivation for him to escape impending death and he jumped over a huge iron bar, narrowly escaping Ferran’s icy claws.“Dad!” Xavier cried,Ferran laughed and attacked again. “He’s dead already child,” Ferran said as he attacked. “You should get used to it. Even if he was alive now I’m pretty sure I would be the one kicking his ass unlike how it w
Xavier turned around, staring at the faces of the Northern wolves and to his surprise, someone among the crowd started a chant.“Long liveXavier Damon!”It caught on pretty fast and in a matter of minutes, every single wolf in the pack was chanting his name at the top of their voice. For a pack that boasted in their extreme level of loyalty, they had quickly abandoned their dead Alpha. Xavier knew immediately that none of them actually liked him. They had just been forced into tolerating him.“You’re the king now,” Jimin smiled at Xavier patting his head. “Told you that my plan would work.”“Yeah your plan almost got me killed,” Xavier muttered to him. “I had to send my father away or Ferran would have killed me.”Jimin shrugged. “Doesn’t matter how you did it as long as you did. Come on, address your people.”“I don’t want to be the Alpha of the North,” Xavier grunted. “Our pack is more than enough work for me already. I don’t want to laden myself with duty and eventually fall short.
Ghost paced up and down in the throne room, waiting for his guard to come back with the report of Calistè’s whereabouts. He had not seen her for some time now and he was beginning to get worried. He needed her to be certain his plan was going on well. She was an integral part of it. The guard walked back in shaking his head and Ghost frowned at him, waiting for him to spill the bad news.“You’ve still not seen her have you?” Ghost stared at the guard as he walked up to him.He shook his head In confirmation. “She’s nowhere to be found my king. My scouts have searched everywhere.”“I think I would have to do this myself then,” Ghost said and stood up from his throne. “Calistè thinks she’s smart but I’ll show her who I am.”“You don’t have to be upbeat about everything,” Desjardins frowned. “You’ve not even confirmed where she is yet and you are already coming into conclusions.”“You’re defending the witch,” Ghost said eyeing Desjardins. “When did the both of you become friends? What ar
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
Xavier was sure he was not hearing clearly, Desjardins request was for him to make him a werewolf? He could have easily asked Ghost to do that for him, and if he was really as influential and important to Ghost as Rhea claimed, Ghost would have gone ahead with it. Xavier frowned, sensing that something was not right. His request was too simple."And why didn't you tell Ghost to turn you into a Lycan since you've been working with him for some time now?" Xavier asked.Desjardins shrugged. "Working with Ghost is very hard. He gets pissed most of the time by the littlest things and that is what happened in our case.""So you can't work for him any longer and you came here as a last resort to fulfil your life long ambition of being a wolf?" Xavier asked."You've got that absolutely correct," Desjardins smiled. "We would help each other. I would get you the best army, the best weapons and I would make sure they're all comfortable, and all you have to do is bite me."Xavier frowned. All he
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