***Dimitri POV***
Dimitri was doing his rounds and at the gatehouse by the packland's entrance. He had spoken to a few of the Enforcers who were on guard duty when the rogue crossed the border, and had started singling out where the fault in their defensive line was. So far, it didn't look like a single person was at fault, but there definitely was a collective slackness in their defenses. War was never good, but peace made men weak.
A car pulled up to the gate as Dimitri was talking to the Enforcer in charge here today. As one, all the Enforcers within earshot were tuned in to the large black SUV. Its windows were blacked out, so they couldn't see who was inside. The driver's side door opened, and Anton Greyson stepped out of the car.
Stand down, Dimitri commanded his men when he rec
