"Alex you need to calm down. We won the war." Ryan tried to reason with his Alpha.
"No, we won a battle. They will regroup and she is going to lead them against us and the whole of the Alliance!"
"You don't know that. We wiped out the bulk of them-"
"So? They still want their undead army. They will gather and they will attack."
"Alex we needn't concern ourselves with those who have cast us out."
"Leave me. I am tired and I don't want to think of anything that has to do with Her right now."
Ryan looked at him for a moment and he could tell his Beta was fighting not to growl. "As you wish." He gave a bow and left the little den, letting the red draping cloth that seperated Alexander from the others swish back angrily.
He sighed, once he was alone. Perhaps he was being unreasonable, though few could hardly blame him. Luna had left him. Their gods had damned them. The Alliance hated the lot of them, thinking they were the cause for the savaged corpses that had been found just outside of Stormwind. Hell, even greymane had disowned them. The only thing that kept them hidden, was Ensifer; their warlock. He scoffed at the title, though he respected the wolf. Warlock's could bring back the dead, though all attempts made by ensifer had created mindless minions and other various results. If only they had been able to intterogate Arthas before he bit it. Learned the secrets of the Lich. His former Master.
Alexander looked into the fractured mirror and sighed at the glowing blue eyes that peered back at him. A champion of the scourge, his former Master had assured him. Right before he had betrayed him.
