Meanwhile, Chief Lupan and the rest of the Brownblood Werewolves finally returned to their base camp, with people and Beastfolk still celebrating the end of their tournament.
Chief Lupan slumped back down on his fur-laddened bed and took a deep sigh. It wasn't easy seeing his older brother again after so many years. It hurt him seeing how much anger and resentment he still had because of that incident.
In truth, he wanted to reconcile with him. It would be good for both of their tribes to finally become one again and rise up the ranks of the tribes within the Werewolf community.
However, even he knew that his betrayal couldn't be easily forgiven nor forgotten. Of course, he had his own reasons for doing what he had to do, but Klaus treated it as nothing less than a betrayal worthy of death. If he weren't his blood brother, then Klaus would have already started a war against him.
And now, he had to worry about the upcoming lunar celebrations.
