Won't you give your old friend a hug, little Wolf?
If you're in there, Broghan, give me a sign.
Only the finest silver.
A fitting touch for such an honored guest.
-Why are you doing this? -I have a proposition for you.
Look, if you want me to listen, call him off. Please!
What's this?
Your confession.
Confession?
You will admit that your claim to the throne is false,
that you were never the son of Wergar.
You'll never be king.
And if I refuse?
Then every town and city loyal to you will burn!
From Motley all the way to Redmire and Brackenholme.
But if you sign your name, they will be spared.
I give you my word.
And are you a man of your word?
No, I won't put my name to lies.
Ah. How predictable.
Well, if you won't play with poor Broghan, maybe someone else will.
Trent!
Where am I?
Death will come.
I didn't summon you! Get back!
Death will come for the young king and his friends,
and some will not survive the fall of the Wolf!
Hector.
-Bad dreams? -Yes.
Nothing to be ashamed of. We barely made it out alive.
Where are we heading?
The Cluster Isles. We need to rest and regroup.
You're going home? There's no time for that.
Drew's in danger.
I tried to warn you, but if you will trust a Shark…
Drew is the far side of a Catlord armada.
-So you're just going to give up on him? -I'm sorry, little Boar.
I'm afraid our friend is on his own.
Get away from my brother!
But you left him with my guard so he could be treated by a magister.
And I promise he'll receive the very best care,
provided you cooperate.
If you wanna torture anyone, make it me! Just let him go!
And I shall,
the moment you sign the confession and surrender your claim to the throne!
The first wise move you've made.
No. First, you give me my brother, and you let us both go.
Of course. Just hand it over, and you are free.
-Like I trust you. -You have very little choice.
I signed it. Now it's your move.
Very well.
Trent! No!
You think your bones could break solid silver?
Have it your way.
How did we get here?
I've seen this trick before.
Baron Ewan.
What did he do to Drew?
No!
Get your hands off me.
Get off! Let me go!
That's it. He's had enough warnings!
Excuse my friend.
Rolff's a rough diamond.
Strong but silent.
Baba Korga? Is that you?
So it seemed, last I checked in the mirror.
It's me, Whitley!
I may be ancient, but I'm not senile yet, child.
I know exactly who you are.
Chancer!
Hush, hush. You're safe now.
This is great, isn't it?
It can't be.
If you hadn't welcomed Lucas with open arms,
perhaps we wouldn't be in this mess.
Me? You're the one who took his gold in exchange for Drew.
If it isn't Lyssia's most two-faced Werelords,
keeping nice and warm by the fire.
Princess, um, let… let me explain. It's… it's not how it looks.
Give it a rest, Conrad. It's exactly how it looks.
Both our nations were under threat.
So you lied to my friends and sold our king to the enemy?
And put a hex on me and Whitley?
Enjoying your reward?
Blood money. How do either of us regain our honor?
I did what I had to.
They would've burned my city to the ground.
You made us walk out on Drew when he needed our help.
Broghan paid with his life, and you just followed the men who took it!
You're sheep, both of you.
There's still time to make this right. Drew's in there, alone and outnumbered.
So, what are you going to do about it?
We're going to fight.
We're taking Cape Gala back from the Catlords.
All of us.
Ugh. Bored now.
Now, this is more like it.
Come on, everybody. Line up.
Take your weapons. Wait for my command. Come on, this way.
-Brave hearts, strong arms. -Here.
Show them what we're made of.
-No Dreadswords on the bridge. -What about inside the Sky Stable?
Full of them.
Then we'll never storm the gates. We'd need a whole army.
Leave that to me.
Don't do this, Broghan!
You were never strong enough to be king.
You were destined to die here, Wolf.
Was there ever a more unworthy king?
I never asked for this.
Change by all means, Ferran, but you'll never break your silver.
Huh?
Open, in the name of King Leopold!
Close that gate!
Charge!
Go! Go!
Attack!
Ewan, can you walk?
Don't worry about me. Find Drew.
Let's show them who this city belongs to.
For Cape Gala!
For the Wolf!
No. That's not possible.
I'm sorry, my friend.
No.
No!
For the Wolf!
Liar. You said they were dead.
They're alive, and they need me.
My people need me! My kingdom needs me!
Hold on, Drew! We're coming!
No!
Don't think you can save them.
Every member of your rebellion will pay for what you've done!
Trent, wake up!
Drew!
Is that all you've got?
Oh, I haven't even started.
Whoa!
Trent!
No!
Ah! Missed me, Wolf.
I wasn't aiming at you.
What?
No.
Get back. I command you. Get back!
Please, get back! No, no!
Trent!
Trent, wake up!
Come on, come on.
Trent, can you hear me?
I'm sorry I got you into this.
None of this would've happened if it wasn't for me.
Trent!
Drew, don't! Stay there! I'm coming for you!
No! It's not safe! Get yourself out of here!
-But, Drew, I-- -Go!
There, on the balcony! Drew!
It's just one more leap.
No!
Drew!
He's gone, Whitley! He's gone.
Drew!
Home at last.
Everyone that crossed us will pay.
I'll have the gallows swinging with traitors.
Must I remind you the Catlords nearly lost Lyssia for good,
thanks to your father's reckless rule.
You must do whatever it takes to ensure this doesn't happen again.
Understand?
Your subjects are watching, Your Highness.
Show them how a king returns to his castle.
Our honored guest, my cousin, Orsino. Welcome.
Remember, young prince, Lyssia is only as strong as its king.
We Catlords have triumphed, crushed our enemies!
I am the victor!
Of course, cousin, you have my thanks for your assistance.
This was no assistance.
This was a rescue, a salvage of the mess you've made of your rule.
Isn't that right, Your Highness?
Time to take what's yours.
Vanmorten, wha… what are you doing?
Making new friends.
Now.
Lucas, my son.
No!
Traitor.
Long live the king.
Oh, where am I?
-You're safe for now. -What?
-We're going on a little trip. -You!
I'm going back to Lyssia!
My friends need me!
You'll never see Lyssia or your friends again.
You're mine now.
Lock me up if you want.
Sail me to the other side of the world.
But you need to know my name is Drew Ferran.
I'm the son of Wergar the Wolf and the rightful King of Westland!
The people of Lyssia, my people, need me.
I will return to them.
And I pity anyone who tries to stop me.