WORLD ON FIRE

The trip to Valhalla that his father had made left the young man feeling uneasy with a million unanswered questions. Isardis had promised to reunite with the Valhallan queen in the battlefield in order to properly challenge for whoever that woman that his father wanted was. But who was that woman? And what exactly had she done to the pale ghost to tempt him so much and drive him insane enough with want that he would challenge her pack for her? Surely the dame knew what she had been getting into. Or perhaps she was just foolish. Regardless, the trip there had brought back an uneasiness with Taurig and with the rest of Glaciem, or with Argent at least. They were both warriors, she herself more experienced than him of course given her age and he could feel something brewing from her beneath the surface. Her unease was palpable and he figured it was only a matter of time before she acted on it. But just what she would do was the question.


He'd been out patrolling that afternoon, as he had begun to do since his arrival, when Argent's familiar voice rang out, summoning Glaciems's to her side, the reason behind it being a training session. The young Blood had trained as a warrior back in his birth pack, but his mother had always told him that one never stopped learning and if Argent was willing share her knowledge of war, then he would be willing to learn. So with haste, the young man made his way to the Overseer's location, presenting her with a deep bow of acknowledgement as he came into view, halting just short of her left shoulder, icy gaze intent on her figure, wondering what she had in store for them.


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