*************** Arthur's POV
We trudged through the packlands cloaked under my magic to be free from detection until we wished to be seen. Smoke still billowed through the air around us as we took in the c*****e from a recent battle. The smell of death and fire burnt my nostrils as my mind and body rejected the unnatural scent. Something I will never be able to forget, and will probably haunt my nightmares.
These weren't even the eastern territories, but Rowen's own people slaughtered without cause. I knew he was hurting inside full of sorrow and guilt, though he walked through as if he was made of stone. His cold exterior is a defense mechanism he acquired through the abuse from his father and brother. Never show emotion. Never show weakness.
He knew all of these packs, their leader
