The next evening, after a long day of training, the pack gathered for dinner. Just as they were starting to relax, the door burst open. Gaius rushed in, his face serious.
"A large army of witches is a mile away," he said quickly. "They're only ten minutes out, and they’re coming fast. They’re traveling with wolves from your old pack, Alpha Damien."
Damien’s face darkened, and he clenched his fists. "Damn. I hoped my old pack wouldn’t attack," he muttered, frustration in his voice.
Raven met his eyes. He turned to the pack and spoke. "Everyone's instructions are the same. Kill the witches. If you can take a wolf from my old pack prisoner, do it. But don’t put your lives at risk."
Raven looked at him. "Do you think they’ll join us if we break the witches' spell over them?"
Damien shook
