Ash POV
We looked over our ranks one last last time. Everyone was assembled in front of the pack house. Liz and Brandon held a couple of bags stuffed with sweat pants that had been vacuum-sealed to make them more compact for transport. Nobody thought we would be shifting into our human forms during the course of this war, but it didn’t hurt to have pants for our dignity. My father paced in front of the large gathering. Snarls and growls erupted from the ensemble while bloodlust hung in the air. It was time to settle a score.
My father glanced at Brandon and nodded. Brandon transformed into Desmonte and flew into the air like a missile. Taking in a deep breath, he let out a roar unlike any I’ve ever heard before. All my fur stood on end, and my teeth bared unbidden. I could feel the threa
