His mission was an abject failure. At least, he reported the flow of illegal arms to the King, but by then, most had disappeared into the arms of murderous men and women all bent on putting order into disorder. Blood of the innocent and the damned mingled into a concoction so that 'tween the cracks of cobble was red, a deep crimson red that ran as deep as the resentment that had sparked the revolution. In haste, Ebenezer contacted the Regis Lupi to evacuate the Royal Family, in anticipation of the drastic event. But the letter came too late. Alan and the rest were killed to cover the heir/ess's escape, and the last Alliser child had came into Ebenezer's possession almost fell into the same fate. Ebenezer, by then, had lost everything as "Red Tail," the life he spent almost half his years to build. And his years as the Alpha of the Regis Lupi were all wiped away in the storm of the Revolution. He it was so that he was considering on drinking himself to death that night, damn the consequences.

It was so in this manner, in a drunken, disheveled stupor, that he found the last prince of the Allards.

Rather, it was the Allard that came to him.