LAMIA
Plans had been laid out; Chakor was sent to scout the area where he had found Crimson. We were waiting for the old Skinwalker to come back with news.
Lyric was able to upgrade the dirt bike mufflers and add bafflers to make them much quieter. Warriors, soldiers, mercenaries, rogues, changelings, and hybrids had all been fashioned with weapons of one kind or another. The majority had been given communication devices so we could stay in contact and each division didn’t have to rely on mind linking to get orders across.
It sounded so simple, so easy, and organized, but we were far from it. Already there had been fights among packs or groups who didn’t see eye to eye. Every warrior thought they were going to win this war. Every pack that had joined thought they were the best.
We were
