Chapter 97

• Since yesterday, a strange sensation had taken hold of him. It was like a spark igniting within his spirit, spreading happiness beneath his wolf's guise. He couldn't shake off the feeling since that dream where a voice whispered his name, and he felt the urgent call of "Mate, mate, mate" echoing in his mind. He dismissed it at first, refusing to believe such nonsense, but Xerxes, his inner voice, grew increasingly restless.
• "Quiet down, Xerxes. I need to focus," he scolded the persistent voice in his head.
• "She called to us, mate. If you hadn't drowned yourself in alcohol that night, we might have learned more about her," Xerxes retorted, his urgency evident.