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{ Ryn }

“Commander”

“Yes?”

“The newest platoon has arrived at the south base.”

“Good, have them switch out with the 304th and send them back to main pack lands for rest and recouping. Please advise the medical crew of more wounded wolves coming in as well.”

“Right away.”

I crack my neck as another division leader leaves my tent. My joints are stiff and achy from being in wolf form and sleeping on the ground if I’m sleeping at all. Physically I could still carry a train, but it was beginning to wear on me bit by bit. Thankfully my brain was still sharp as a whip and I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel with this war if I could get us through the messiest part we were in now.

“Anything?”

Quai steps into the tent, covered in dried blood and in just shorts like I am. We have been more wolf than man since the war started and uniforms aren’t exactly practical in a werewolf war.

“Yeah, the new platoon just arrived.”

“Good, news from the castle?”

“Nothing today, no.”

He nods and th