Hundred and Thirty

It had been two arduous days of intense training. Two days of gruelling heavy combat, gun fights, and practising innumerable defence tactics under the sun, and even under the rain. Titan Black, the supreme commander was as always harsh and demanding when it was always time to train whether as a soldier or a werewolf. But even he had to admit that he was beyond exhausted.

Exhaustion was as foreign and alien to him as being in space or amidst the stars and galaxies. He could never comprehend the concept, but there was no other way to explain that he had to roll out of bed every morning because his limbs would not cooperate and his muscles collectively groaned when it came to expending physical effort. If he was going to be in top shape for the war, he needed to rest.

He was a nervous wreck too. It had taken a lot to admit that as well. The escape plan felt like the battle of a lifetime and whether they all triumphed or not, they would all come back forever changed. It could alter the co