XADEN'S POV
Xaden had been riding for a few hours ever since he had left the camp and was getting closer and closer to the Isle.
He knew that Erik would hate him, but he had no choice.
He did not want any of his men to die on his behalf anymore.
He was the Alpha but yet he owed his people.
The pain has become more frequent and even as he rode down the steep hill, he could feel it burning in his chest.
He groaned in pain and then used one hand to hold where it hurt him as he continue to ride.
He would have to find his way and he he would return back to the camp.
Then he reached a place where he knew it would be difficult for his horse to climb.
He came down from the horses and tied it close by but not too tight so that he could walk freely.
Then he gathered his things and looked up at the large rocks that lay in a well arranged position before him.
Then he began to climb.