(Ronald's POV)
Morning settled over the territory beneath a pale autumn sky. A cool breeze stirred the amber and crimson leaves clinging stubbornly to the trees, while others drifted lazily to the ground. The air carried the scent of damp earth, pine, and woodsmoke from the fires already burning throughout the pack.
I stood outside the main building with my hands clasped behind my back, watching my warriors train.
Steel clashed against steel.
Orders echoed across the training grounds.
Wolves sparred in the fields beyond, their snarls carrying on the crisp morning air.
I hadn't launched an attack in weeks.
Tonight, that would change.
Footsteps approached from behind.
Cassius stopped beside me.
"The strategy has been drawn up."
I kept my eyes on the warriors for another moment bef
