Chapter Thirty One

"What's the death toll?" My father commanded as I entered the War room behind Kaine. There were several people gathered around the large table. Torren looked like he was about to say something when one of the other men spoke up. "A total of thirteen dead from the Alpha Summit. Sixteen from the planned attacks across the different packs prior. A total of Twenty Nine needless deaths. All Alphas are accounted for, four dead Lunas and a few deaths related to betas and their mates. From the Summit and a few others." Another man spoke.

"What's the plan moving forward?" Torren asked. "That's what we're here to decide. I think the best course of action is to split our warriors into three sections. We split up the groups into arrangements of lycans, wolves, panthers, and bears. We fortify our center group right through the middle with the strongest we have. Lycans should take the front line followed by groups of Panthers, bears, and Wolves. They will be the center of attention and likely the