"How many mounts do you think they have?" a deep, gravelly voice asked, his words slow and deliberate as he and his companion eased themselves down from the window ledge where they'd been spying into a storage room.The other man wiped the dust from his hands, eyes still narrowed in calculation."Judging by the size of that stockpile and the amount of feed they've stored," he muttered, "I'd say they have well over twenty thousand... Or maybe more."A long silence ensued between them.He needed not ask him the next question in his mind as he already knew the answer to it. The drumbeats from the Crimson Veil ritual grounds echoed in the distance. Firelight danced in the sky as the ceremony for the Alpha's daughter unfolded. But in the quieter outskirts, near the inner compound of the pack house, two strangers moved like shadows.One of them, tall and with broad shoulders wore the crimson soldier uniform too well. His thick beard and mustache however, betrayed a detail that didn't match
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