"Speak," Xavier demeaned as we both stood up from our chairs. The werewolf who rushed in took a deep breath and then said,
"The-the Spell casters, they attacked the Blood Wood pack that were on their way over here."
"Casualties," Xavier asked, not breaking eye contact with the werewolf once.
"Not one survivor."
My heart stopped dead in my chest. I sucked in a breath as it began to beat faster and faster the more the conversation went on.
"Out of how many, Liam?"
"Fifty werewolves and only four Spell casters dead Your Highness." Liam said looking down, his face distraught.
I glanced at Xavier trying to gauge his reaction but his face held no expression. He controlled his emotions far better than I ever could.
"Send out the Scouts to the location of the attack."
"The Scouts Your Highness?"
"Yes, I want them to scout the entire area and gather as much information as they can about the attack. I want a full report on my desk by six am tomorrow."