Rebuilding

Brandon POV

Both our packs gathered at the training grounds. I had them all separated in their duties for war. Archers, swordsman, medic, and helpers. I stood before them proud of myself. I don't know how it came together, or so quickly, but it did.

"We will be ready." Barry's hand came to my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

"I hope so." I said with a deep sigh.

I looked over the crowd, hundreds of people and some of them wouldn't survive. All I could do was hope that we won. At least the deaths of our pack and neighbors would mean something that way. When this was over we needed to find a way to honor all that fought. Especially those that don't make it. We needed to name this war.

"Is everyone here?" Liam asked, making me jump. My mind was lost in victory celebrations for a war we haven't even fought yet. Barry gave me a look if I was ok and I nodded to him.

"Both packs that are able and willing to fight are here." I bowed my head to my Alpha and stood tall beside him.

"Good