Chapter 37

Flashback to one hundred years ago

Nevertheless, he hardly had that typical demeanor. Xavier Knoll, Alpha of the black wolf pack, stood at the highest peak of the mountain. He is a tall man, wide and lean, with a broad chest, a wide jaw, a hard face, crimson blue eyes, and long braided blue hair to match the color of his eyes.

He had small scars at the lower part of his cheek and plastered at his nose, crushed from too much battle. He was wearing his royal armor. A gold breastplate forged from Mount Vernon fire. Long, golden trousers that glisten with the help of the first sun. 

His breastplate is an armless one, exposing his muscles and light skin. He was clutching his blade tightly as if his life depended on it, waiting for the right moment to put it to use. 

Xavier could have used his claw. But he dislikes it. He hardly trained with his claws, unless compulsory. All his life, he had been breeding himself for a day like this. He was a die-hard war