He will be scorned and desperate
He will be sad but would have been a king
His rule is forever doomed
He will bring death in his wake
He will know his right to rule but it will be a hindrance and he would have loved in happiness had judgement not lied before him
Let us specify
A wolf who is outcast by pack rules
A wolf who, distraught, turns to rogues
Second born
A wolf named Michael
It is said that one may stop him
Whether by words or force, we can only hope she will avail
To Michael, beware the rogues