Chapter 83: Beta Thane’s Headache
Beta Thane stood resolute at the West border, flanked by a formidable force of nearly a thousand warriors, their eyes fixed intently on the horizon.
The ground trembled beneath their feet as the enemies emerged from the dusty horizon, their werewolves’ pounding hooves growing louder, a deafening drumbeat that signaled the impending battle.
The numbers were overwhelming: over three thousand warriors as they stretched across the horizon, a seemingly endless sea of teeth and claws.
Beta Thane’s heart dropped.
The threat of fighting these incoming invaders, while also looking out for the rogues who’d likely take advantage of the situation to infiltrate the pack, and lastly, substaining the manpower needed for the winter ahead, was almost suffocating.
Unless everyone set aside everything else to join hands in fighting these invaders, they would lose, but that would leave the pack vulnerable to the rogues’ attack.
Beta Thane felt a headache coming on. He wished that the Luna was present. Now, he finally understood the weight of responsibility she carried, the constant juggling of pack politics, security, and survival. Her absence had left a gaping void, and Beta Thane felt the strain of filling it.
Just when he was losing hope, he saw a familiar wolf, one he’d fought side by side with for years - Zeta Tara.
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