Sauron grinned a wide grin. He felt power fill him in abundance. It comes from the acknowledgment of his warriors. Their respect and their courage infused him with Strength. Their unwavering loyalty and undeniable trust in him filled him with pride. It is enough for him to swell. And he did. He began to swell as he transformed.
He said to Xigger, "Ha, what a feeling. It is the feeling of being a part of a pack. Immortal or not, this is a feeling that you will never have. You're not one of us anymore. You're an abomination. You are shunned."
Xigger's face fell. Sauron's words hit a nerve. It is true that he will never run with a pack ever again. He can hear them howling all over the mountain range. They have been called so they will answer. The noise of their howl rises in a crescendo like the beating of war drums. It is the sound of a pack that is about to ride forth. It reminded Xigger of what he used to have. And it brought back the pain of what he lost when he became a vampire.
