Enrique:
A week passes by in a blur. Presently, we are having a meeting with the council members, as always I am seated in the center, my beta, Tyler at my left and Chase, my gamma, at my right.
Agnar rolls up the map, outlining it on the table. “When evaluating this last night, it would be a bummer if we were to launch an attack directly in the border, this can damage lives and properties.”
I furrow my brow at him. “So, your best decision is that we lay it down for a bit?” I ask.
“Yes.” Agnar says smoothly, “We will be losing countless armies if we are to start fighting now.”
On some level, Agnar is right; Dante doesn’t care about his men at all, he doesn’t give a damn if they all die in the war. On the other hand, I do.
“This isn’t funny, warrior Agnar.” The oldest woman in the cou
