Marcus POV:
Marcus Raven, Alpha of the Raven pack and self-proclaimed mad man, stood at the edge of the ridge with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Behind him, his vanguard, led by Tyr, marched into the frost thick expanse of the Whitevale forest. He only took a single glance at his front forces, only to make sure that they were indeed heading in the right direction.
This wouldn’t be the first time that a vanguard force had escaped from a war before. He might not have said it in explicitly plain terms, but he was sure that anyone in the vanguard squad who was smart enough already knew what they were.
Bait and sacrifices.
Behind him, dozens of black-furred werewolves stalked between and behind the trees. They were a deeply disciplined force that answered only to one person. Him.
