Weeks passed and everything seemed to be normal, well as normal as things can get while planning a war. Greyson has been so busy that we’ve only been able to say two words to each other every day since the Alpha Meeting. I’ve tried to bury myself in paperwork and get my mind off the biggest reason causing my stress, but nothing has stopped it from getting my focus back. My warrior training is now being rushed even more than it was before, so has Carissa’s. Our final test is a war game. Carissa and I have shown that we can take on the duties of my Papa and her father. Now we have to show we can command our warriors in battle. That has been stressing me the most. I fear I won’t be able to lead this pack to victory because we are at war now. This wouldn’t be a problem if this was just a norma
