Standing in the clearing, we waited. Earlier I had said goodbye to my mate with a passionate kiss, our bond stronger than ever after the events of the last few hours. They had all greeted me with a smirk at the mark that now adorned the crook of my neck, but their gaze was absent, focused on the battle ahead. The strategy was simple, the weakest were barricaded in the reinforced basements of the pack house, itself protected by a small contingent of warriors led by Clay. Chelsea had joined his unit to help contain potential attackers, both supported by a handful of wolves and numerous traps. The bulk of the pack was in a clearing between the trees through which the Montana pack would have to pass to reach the village.
Duncan was still there despite the distance, but I had carefully locked
