True to Daemon's prediction, the so-called spy sent by Zina WolfKnight refused to talk. Meanwhile, Shadow, who had journeyed to the Desert South to ask for reinforcement, returned with just thirty men unlike what Daemon had expected.
Daemon had asked his uncle for at least two hundred werewolves from his pack, so seeing only thirty slightly alarmed him even though he knew that he no longer had any use for them since he had changed the strategy he would be using to finish the war.
"Has anything happened in the DireWolf Pack?" Daemon asked Shadow who in his usual manner, had a hood drawn over his face, and whose long billowing cloak trailed after him. They entered Daemon's tent which was at the center of the camp and easily towered over other tents.
"Your uncle is no longer as he used to be."
