#Chapter 78 The Royal Riot

Xander The palace looks so much smaller now. I can’t help but cock my head at the sight of this place, a place I was born and grew up in every day of my meaningless childhood. I once feared this place, my half-brother, but seeing him care more about his mate than the attack on the royals made me sure that what he claimed was true. My brother is not a royal. He can meander off into the commoner world, I have no use for him anymore. I needed him out of my way and now that I am successful in that, I don’t care to pursue him or his misery any further. He was a baren on resources to track down and kill and although his little mutt mate was fun to toil with, I have bigger plans in mind that don’t include having her around to distract me. My warriors ready themselves, shifted and prepared to pounce. They fear nothing in this war. They know the palace, the ones who come from these very halls, and the rouges I subdued into my pack, they want vengeance against authority like my fat