Chapter 152.
The skies above the Norwegian lands began to drop large crisp white snowflakes. It was a beautiful sight. The thick snow, with contrasting green pine trees flanking the area. It would be the perfect winter postcard, if not for the lines of werewolves all formed up for battle.
“Take a line from each squad and form a new one. Axel, you lead that group. Head into the trees and prepare an ambush should the Northern Packs come to attack. We will take them by surprise,” Fredrick commanded.
Fredrick felt the huge weight of disappointment resting on his shoulders. He knew that the Northern packs had been undecided, but he had hoped that they would make the right choice. Or even stay out of this battle altogether.
All he could do was hope that Vladdy the Baddy was talking about
