We've had a quiet font for more than two hundred years. We've lived and trained in peace. They whole world believing my pack was dead had me lazying around. Now, now that were back stronger, I was always up and about. Everyone had something to aim at us. It was beggining to feel slighlty better when things were quiet. I headed out, noticing the chaos but not letting it get to me. My men were running around, trying to give cover to the wolves trapped at the main gates fighting back.
"How many?" I barked.
"At least fifty," Thomas reported, appearing at my side. "Mix of wolves and... something else. They don't smell right."
I nodded grimly. "El's been recruiting. Alright, defensive formation Beta. Protect the injured and the pups. And someone get Elena to the safe room!"
As I watched eve
