Locking eyes with the werewolves standing before her, Thessalia prepared to speak to them.
“Landon, open the gate!” she commanded.
"Yes!"
Thessalia couldn't help but wonder why Landon didn't question her command. It was expected, considering Landon's strict adherence to obedience. How foolish of him to think that blindly following commands was the path to success in battle.
The chaos of war blurred the lines between right and wrong, and without maintaining control of one's logic, a sense of humanity would descend into the same darkness as their enemies. She knew that maintaining a sense of morality and reason was crucial to prevent the good side from becoming just as bad as the bad side.
This will be a conversation for another time.
As Landon opened the door, several male voices qu
