Frekin had lost his heart, effectively ending the vocal efforts he made to coerce Erik out into the open. The boy he had heard, was young, and for him to have shown such maturity, did it mean that the exile had done more than break him? Had he become a psychopath given the mental strain he had been forced to endure at such a young age?.
Frekin had grown entirely uncomfortable with the idea of Erik's image which constantly reared its ugly head within his thoughts, it created a vast amount of uncertainty around the candidacy of Erik for a reasonable interaction. He allowed his gaze glance back at the city behind him, most within the pack hadn't realised how much at war the city was, they couldn't wage a war like this, the supplies weren't even here yet, it would be a miracle of they haven't
