Hans sighed as he left Mikain's room. He had been given a very simple order. To gather the wolves, inform everyone of what was about to take place in a few hours and make sure that the three warriors wouldn't escape. They were just words, instructions that didn't really affect him so why did his chest feel so heavy.
He rubbed his temples, standing at the corridor, his eyes facing the floor as he thought of everything that had happened up to now. Every death, every shout and every mistake. He had supported Mikain, believing his words about a time of change in the pack.
"It is time for the wolves to leave the forest, be free." He had said and had presented his palm as a way of liberation for their kind.
Hans had been such a fool, believing his words, being unable to see further than the lies. Mikain was just greedy, he wanted it all and he didn't care who he had to harm to get it.