Marcus Kane (POV)

Elder Rowan, Andrew, Uncle Drake and I sat down in the meeting room around the big table with paper blocks to navigate any impending war from Southwest.

A drawing paper and bunches of brush stick, it's been two hours now and we've been going back and forth on this issue. Different suggestions on the possible threat Branson's pack might pose on our way.

We were about to round up when Andrew stood up to receive a call. He walked towards the long window, drew the curtain ...