Somewhere in the Borderlands…
"Chief, are you sure about this?"
The elderly and the ten remaining warriors of the Black Wolf Tribe all stared at the same person.
In front of them was their new Chieftain, the son of the man whose position Arlo had taken over.
If it weren't for the werewolf poisoning his food, making him bedridden, the young man would've been the next Chieftain.
On top of that, everyone suspected that Arlo had caused the incident that led to his father's death.
In the father and son's absence, Arlo had taken control of the Black Wolf Tribe and ensured the young man wouldn't recover his health. At least not until Arlo had gained full control of the tribe.
He was only kept alive for one reason. Had Arlo killed him, no one would have acknowledged the former as their Chieftain despite being the strongest warrior among them.
Now that the person he hated the most was dead, he claimed the position he rightfully owned.
