The morning before the ambushing of the Taghayar.
“We need troops,” Aiden told Fenrir while he was making some tea.
“Oh hell No! You want me to go to the wolf pack?”
“Fen, we need them, they are the best soldiers when the civil War ensued two hundred years ago.”
“You know my standing with them, I may be a knight, but for them, I will be always a mutt, a f*cking mix blood.”
“But they are loyal to Naura, they will surely help us again.”
Fenrir punches the wall, making it crack a bit. “Stop saying Naura this, Naura that, she’s not Naura anymore!”
Aiden froze, Fenrir looks into him with a very angry face.
“I’ll go, I don’t know about the results, but I’ll try.” He goes away and then turns back to Aiden. “Face the fact, Naura is gone, do not make her the replacement.”
Not long after,
