haunted by the ghost of you

Deathebelle told Archon she couldn't promise him the shrine, of course. How could she at this moment when she herself was but a loner lost without her brother's presence?  He nodded along as she reasoned to herself about the implications of their agreement. "We can always negotiate further down the line when you and I are in better positions to do so," he said.

She asked him about what future he saw and Archon took a moment to think to himself. The future he saw was one of many possibilities. There were so many small intricacies that could drastically change the future. But the future he hoped for...

"It is my honest desire to see all wolves in these lands know of The Fallen God. That those on par with his splendor will rise to the top and that those who oppose us will fall," Archon said, his eyes seeking hers. "With your brother's tenacity, I thought his family and his pack would be some of the ones to rise to the top and have their names etched in the minds of anyone who resided in these lands. We don't always succeed at first, but it seems by your presence that perhaps it is still meant to be."

He spoke honestly and at length. In the current works, he had nothing particular to lose, but the prospect of an ally and an agreement gave them everything to gain.