Alpha Bladen POV
We began slow preparations for the invasion that morning, while servants and staff arranged for a wedding, soldiers prepped for a day that would either make or break Bloodmoon.
By evening, I could already feel the weight of the decision pressing down on me. A loss was not something we could afford, if we were to fail, not only would we attract a counter strike but we would be drawing the attention of enemy packs.
Murmurs had already begun within Bloodmoon, some wolves were happy, clinging to the idea of celebration like a lifeline. Others whispered that I had my priorities wrong, that I was hosting weddings while soldiers fell ill in the infirmary and they hated it, claiming that I had failed as an alpha and a big part of me tried to believe they weren’t right.
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