1 week later…
Arlo Pov
My head aches from the strain, the overthinking. Over planning. We have been debating over this map in the throne room for two hours now.
“We don’t have enough fighters to split them across four corners of the realm.” The head fighter, Leroy, says with a shake of his head. I can see why Leroy is the head fighter of the Royal army. He is huge. Don’t get me wrong, all werewolves are on the larger side with muscles but Leroy is sostillmething else. He is built like a tank and would be immovable in war. I have asked him to give me some sword fighting lessons.
I take a swig of water from my glass as I observe the map too.
“What if we can get spies out to locate them before they reach the next pack?” I ask them all.
“Do you know of such spies?” Lord Barden snap
