It's five days later when it happened.
A particularly uneventful day had already passed. Lucian had already gotten home, ate dinner with his mate, showered, and laid down with Blue in his arms when he'd been convinced that nothing else would happen. That he would be free to simply fall asleep.
That's when the Southern Pack attacked. Again.
But unlike the other times, this time it didn't feel like the Southern Pack were just joking around.
They had estimated about fifty of the Southern werewolves stormed in through different borders, all at once, using any route other than through the river, probably knowing that they'd increased patrols there. The soldiers on patrol had sounded the alarms almost simultaneously, rousing the entire Northern Pack from their sleep and prompting other fig
