Cato watched as the wolfmen tore Costa to pieces. He'd tried to convince him but the man he'd thought of as his father had gone too far. His soul was lost. Cato felt nothing for such a monster. He looked around the clearing, of the entirety of the IX Legion Hispania, only a handful of legionaries survived the transformation.
"I wish he would have listened," Cato muttered to himself. "The IX is no more."
"Perhaps it is a sign," Boudicca replied, placing her hand on Cato's shoulder. "To show you that there is nothing for you to go back to."
“Perhaps," Cato nodded. “Perhaps I should take up my rightful seat as Alpha of the Iceni."
“That would be a desirous ending indeed," Boudicca smiled.
Cato knew he would stay. He could march across the entire world and conquer, gaining glory and honor
