Ultimatums, resolutions, they all lead towards war, and, the abnormality of the darkened skies sung to Alex visions of blood-soaked soil, teeth rending flesh, the discordance of battle, and the complete termination of a pack who were bound to resist Balder's demands for claim over this land.

“There is no escape from the visions we received. We must follow through with the prophecy. If you did not believe in what we came here to accomplish you should not have made the journey.”

Wrapped like twisted, weaving brambles, Alexander could not free himself of Balder's words, blunt as they were, however, it was not that sheer bluntness which perturbed him. For, unbeknownst to any, cynical, Alex questioned his right to his position, his status, within