How everything had gotten started. To be honest it wasn't something Kismet had thought about whilst he'd been imprisoned, he'd been too focused on hating Glaciem, caring for Soren, worrying about Warja and Azalea and wanting a way out of the mess he'd found himself in. Despite the lack of searching however the answers had still found their way to him. He probably should have asked them anyway, though at the time they hadn't crossed his mind and now he already knew it all he still cared not to think about it much, he was free and far happier topics would take priority.
"My mum was a Glaciem prisoner for a while too." Kismet responded simply, starting to recite the story that he had from his mother's friends in Glaciem. "Technically Chrysanthe's mate whoever he is was a prisoner first but she apparently made a bargain, gave up her freedom so he could have his." Waste of time that was in some ways, Kismet couldn't recall ever having seen the man.
"There was a war between the two packs and she escaped then and made it back to Valhalla." Quite how she had gotten off so lightly he didn't know to be honest but perhaps that was part of the reason that Glaciem had wanted them, another trade of sorts if Isardis could have he and Soren then Azalea could be free. He hoped it wasn't the case in some ways, though it didn't matter now, all had been resolved and freedom arranged and granted.
"As for why they wanted Soren and I, I guess it was probably a mixture of both, please Isardis and piss off Valhalla, this feud between the packs has been going on for a long time now." Evidently it had begun before the birth of either of them. "Isardis has a bit of an obsessive and possessive nature I think, he wanted another Valhalla member to begin with, though she didn't want to go. It's all stupid though, she's in Glaciem still now, happy and a beta." He still didn't fully understand why Liberty was happy to stay in a pack that had waged war on her former home, initially wanted her as a prisoner but he wouldn't bother with the strangeness of it all too much, all he knew was that he never wanted to go back.
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