"Who was that?" Shadow eyes asked, turning to face Xanor, her gaze searching for answers.
"God Wolf," Xanor muttered, the words laced with a potent, chilling rage.
'I don't know that child with him... could it be Josephine's? No... that's impossible.' Xanor thought, and His gaze meeting Shadow eyes's gaze.
"We need to execute our plan immediately. He knows I'm here; he'll attack." He glanced over his shoulder at the lead Wendigo.
"Prepare for war. Send some of our elite to handle the threat you mentioned."
The Wendigo nodded, his hulking form disappearing back into the city. Xanor turned back to Shadow eyes, a question hanging in the air. "Do you think you can defeat him?"
Shadoweyes didn't answer directly. Her crimson eyes scanned the ground, noting the additional footprints:
"Defeating him isn't the right question," she said, her voice a low, thoughtful hum.
