Henry's POV
It wasn't news to the Moon Shield Pack that I...Iron Fangs had waged a war against them.
I walked into the war coordination chamber which buzzed with tense movement and hard voices. I approached a few of my pack soldiers who were standing at a table with maps stretched across them.
There were markers, pins, and hastily written notes littered on the table too. The scent of steel and sweat clung to the air, pulsing in every corner.
Warriors moved in and out of the war coordination chamber both with and without weapons while others sharpened their blades. As I approached, they all turned their attention to me as though awaiting orders.
I stood at the head of the table with my hands braced against the edge of that table. My eyes were fixed on the layout of Dustmere Valley - t
