"I need to keep this war going, Cecil....I didn't blame the werewolves to still lose to that mutt, Tylier....", he grumbles, "I need a reason for the king to keep the war going....Have any ideas?", he asks looking to his friend.<br/><br/><br/>He hugs his daughter patting her head and carried her to bed.<br/><br/>Tylier was out in the woods tearing up everything. Once most of his anger was gone, he transformed back and fell crying alone. Cursing everything that comes to mind, Tylier fell asleep miserable...more miserable he felt in years...but he still dreamt of his beautiful Sasha.