Third Person's POV
In the military camp outside Tower City, Alpha Lance pressed his hands against the tactical table.
His towering figure radiated a cold cedar pheromone, his wolf pupils gleaming like molten fire under the bonfire light.
"We launch the general offensive at dawn," he said. "Capture Frostbite Town, and we secure the Western Tribes' supplies—food, meat, cotton clothes, bedding, and more. Their wolf warriors arrived at the southern border loaded with provisions."
At the mention of "meat," the werewolves' ears perked up.
They'd long subsisted on crackers, their eyes now glowing with hunger.
Alpha Lance pointed to Frostbite Town's west side on the map, motioning Adelaide forward.
"After the city falls, lead three thousand wolves straight here. The supplies are stockpiled
