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Sethos had fallen.

Król would ensure that it did not remain that way.

Saul and Far had gone missing, not soon after his journey to Khalsa territory, his meeting with the arrogant bastard that called himself Kharak. After returning, the Tundra brute hadn't missed the fact that the King and Queen of Sethos had both vanished, had both left him to frantically try and piece the pack together by himself. He'd had hope, at first, hope that he would be able to salvage the pack and bring wolves in to bolster its numbers, hope that he could save Sethos and not be a part of yet another failed pack, that life would not bring yet another hardship around to smack him in the face. But when he had been traversing the bluffs a few short days ago and found Far and Saul's bodies tangled together, both equally bloody and mauled, both appearing to have killed the other- that was when equal parts rage and despair had filled him, consuming him and making him give hardly a thought towards the fact that he should have been grieving over the first wolves that he had given his trust to in quite a long while.

He would not waste time on burying Far and Saul- the crows could pick their corpses clean, for all he cared. Saul had lost whatever ounces of respect Król had been carrying for him months ago, the arrogant and self-absorbed bastard that he was, and in the end Far had proven that she was much the same. They were weak, and their loyalty was worth nothing more than dust in the wind, and in the end they had fallen just as all the other, weaker alphas upon the lands of Anikira had. Even Selene, who he had grown close to in recent months, who he had trusted with secrets of his past that he would never have been caught dead giving to any other wolf, had left, had betrayed his trust just like every other wolf within Sethos had. They were cowards and traitors, the entire lot of them, and should he see them upon the lands of Xisyn again they would be spared no mercy from his wrath. He had shown them his trust, and they had betrayed him, and they would suffer for it should he ever get his paws on them again. The Tundra brute would make sure of it.

But he would not let Saul and Far's efforts pass into obscurity. Anger had fueled Król's every action for the past week or so, allowing him to linger around Xisyn territory, allow him to consider what the next plan of action to take was. The Tundra brute had never been the leader type, but if no one else was going to step up and keep Sethos from dissolving into dust, he sure as hell would. Sethos did not deserve the fate that the weaker packs among Anikira did. It deserved to prosper, to lay waste to the lands of Anikira and slay every last weak link upon it, to make the lesser packs living upon the continent shudder at the very mention of its name. That alone was what had motivated Król to decide to leave Xisyn territory, decide to leave the borders that morning with a snarl pinned to his lips, decide to reinstate himself as a member of Sethos- but under an entirely new title than the one he had held previously.

Under new leadership, Sethos would rise again. And this time, Król would fight tooth and nail to ensure that it did not fall a second time.