Prepping for War

Jordan

Three weeks. Three weeks since, we had seen a glimpse of Ember's beautiful face. She told us in our link not to come for her, or she would pay the price. Of course, being her mates, we attempted to come for her, but were blocked off by hundreds of Wars soldiers blocking the border. We could have killed our way through them easily, but not at the risk of Ember getting hurt again. We lost communication with her right as she said he was putting the bracelet back on her. The blue moon was less than seventy-two hours away.

Many of the allied shifters from Black Diamond agreed to fight with us to not only get our mate back but defeat an enemy that seeks to destroy us all. We were bringing War, to War, and taking our mate back in the process. We could only hope she knew what she was doing. A phone call came through from an old business partner of mine, Roland Black, Alpha of the Black Alder packhouse in South Carolina, to discuss the plan. He, too, had heard of the coming war, and h