Chapter 50: The Gathering Storm

"The Moonvalley pack is gathering at the border," my mother repeats. "I think you know what that means."

"It means we have to kick some ignorant asses," I say. "This move was predictable. I've already sent out heralds calling for fighters from the outer packs. We're short on troops for now, but we won't be for long."

"If we can hold out," my mother says.

"We'll hold out." I have faith in my people, but there are going to be so many casualties… "We have to."

"You know what's at stake if Flint wins."

"Of course I do. If Flint wins, he'll take on the strength of what remains of our pack and form the largest and strongest pack under the King of Kings."

"And that's not the least of it," my mother mutters.

"No, it's not," I agree quietly. "Because after he's amassed all that strength, he'll go straight to Tozen and incite him to war. It won't take much work to get the King of Kings to want to battle the Lycans again."

"And there goes our peace," my mother concludes.

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