Matthew officially woke up a few hours later. Our mood was slightly more somber than the night before. After we got dressed, we headed down to the kitchen where I knew Sage and River were already discussing war plans.
Our kitchen space has turned into a war room. There are layouts of our pack territory all over the counter. Figures that are supposed to represent our warriors, and more figures that are meant to symbolize Sparta.
"Holm's taught me that Spartans are always well guarded because they break into different groups to work as teams," Tyler lectures as he points onto the map.
Clara nods beside him. "We take down our enemy as a group, not individuals."
"I'll relay that to the warriors." River's hand is cupping his chin, his eyes narrowed in on the map. A part of him looks excited
