543 DXLIII. The Former Packmaster (2/2)

After that sentence, there was a few minutes' silence during which Dag watched Freydis ride immediately after him and then looked around, noting that the only thing that was still visible in the distance were the high mountains of the Randt Mastiff, now several kilometers behind them.

”Do you think we have any chance of finding the head of Lies Of Loki in Klorr?” he asked, taking Bloodfang by surprise, who was immersed in his thoughts and wasn't paying much attention.

”Who are you talking about? Hakon? I remember that you hold a grudge against him... listen... there are more likely to be other Masters of their Clan, but Hakon will most likely be in their real capital, Dolken. That's where he lives” Thyrius replied with certainty.

”Other Masters? So you know the hierarchical subdivision of their Clan? How many Masters are there?” Dag asked again, intrigued.

”As far as I know, there are four of them. Four Masters and four specific disciplines that derive from the trickster God, Asgard's traitor...”

”Four Masters... well, I'm not going to spare any of them. They deserve to die for what they did...” Dag thought, avoiding speaking so violently for no reason, only for the repressed hatred he had towards them.

”When Klorr was still under our control, my father and family lived in the highest castle of the city, from which it was possible to see every corner of it with extreme precision, being built on a hill, then downhill” Bloodfang continued, speaking to Dag about his past even though he had not asked him anything.

”Your father?”

”My father, the one who was Packmaster before me... before I killed him” Thyrius replied, who no longer had the usual smile on his face.

”So that's how it works, just like in a pack of ferocious beasts... the strongest commands over others, right? This means that if there was someone stronger than you among your men...”

”He would have the right to challenge me and take my place. But to do that, he would have to pass over my dead body. Only death will mark the end of my command over the Claws Of Fenrir.”

”I still don't understand what your father's story has to do with all this” Dag continued, pretending to be disinterested and urging Thyrius to continue the story, while Freydis, Kron, and Reidar also listened in silence, getting closer and closer with their horses to Dag's.