It was night time when he arrived in Glaciem. Without fear or worry he stepped past the border and began to move through the pine trees, head at level with his body. There was nothing he could offer Glaciem other than his own strength and devotion. No secrets of Valhalla that they might use to their advantage. Tortuga, once his home, had grown soft and without Luce he saw no reason to wonder about with that pack. Amenti, he practically scoffed, nothing there but damn Adravendi.
The name sent hatred coursing through his veins. They were no siblings of his. They took him from the only true home he had ever known and kept him as a slave. Escape was no hardship for the Gorecki wolf, all he need do was cross the border and hide. And hide he did, for two years. Now more than ever he hated all Adravendi children. All of Cairo's mutts. They separated him from his mate, and by the time he had escaped, she had vanished. He knew he would never see his Luce again. Never feel her soft white fur, never be caressed by her lyrical voice. Never. He snarled to himself, claws digging into the snow as he was tormented by these thoughts. He would have revenge. He would make them all pay.
With rage in his voice he howled, calling the Glaciem leader to greet him. He knew the ghostly white figure of lore would train him, make him strong, give him the tools he needed for his revenge. He would stand beside Isardis and smite the Adravendi once and for all.
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