So we sat in silence for a few minutes before Jake pushed himself up from his chair. “We should speak to Damien about the battle. There’s a lot to plan for.”
I nodded. He was right.
Standing, I showed them the way to Damien’s office. He stood as we entered.
“Damien,” Jake said. “We want to offer warriors to help with the battle.”
“And I will stay to assist,” Dad said. “I can also help with my brother. I’m sure he hasn’t made things easy on you.”
I knew he hadn’t, but Damien was more diplomatic. “That’s kind, thank you.” To Jake, he said, “I would never turn away help. If Crow is a reflection of their typical warrior, then we have a hard fought battle ahead of us.”
“I would like to fight as well,” Jake said.
“Jake,” Mom started.
“I’m an Alpha, mother. I am born for battle.”
“But y
