Boris
I was ready for the attack. My men were prepared as well. On Friday night, I will be getting my chosen warrior wolf. I had called a meeting with all my loyal commanders and generals. Although they had remained faithful to my cause, it was clear that they were losing patience; even their faith in me had begun to waver. It was especially after we lost some men in the summit attack. I regretted ordering that attack. I hoped to distract the alphas for a short time, but their forces only became stronger. Instead of recruiting members from these puny packs as I usually did, I decided to strike at the very bane of my existence—the pack that was blocking my path: the Onyx Moon Pack.
"Thank you all for coming," I said as they took their seats. "Any news from the Onyx Moon Pack?" I asked th
