The calm tone of his voice somehow carried more weight than shouting ever would.
“He is gathering wolves outside our territory and waiting for us to make a mistake.” Ezra continued. “If we cross the border first then every pack in this region will hear that we started the fight.”
“That would give Christopher justification.” One of the captains agreed.
“He doesn’t need justification.” Marcus scoffed.
“No.” Ezra agreed. “But he wants it.”
Ezra moved one of the markers on the map slightly south.
“The patrol rotations stay defensive.” He continued. “We reinforce the ridge and keep scouts on the eastern tree line.”
Marcus leaned forward.
“So we wait.”
“Yes.”
“That looks like weakness.”
“It looks like control.” Ezra said slowly looking at him.
Silence settled over the room again. Bec
