Brandon POV

Both our packs gathered at the training grounds. I had them all separated in their duties for war. Archers, swordsman, medic, and helpers. I stood before them proud of myself. I don't know how it came together, or so quickly, but it did.

"We will be ready." Barry's hand came to my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze.

"I hope so." I said with a deep sigh.

I looked over the crowd, hundreds of people and some of them wouldn't survive. All I could do was hope ...