No mans land

Hunter’s POV

I don’t think anyone has slept in the last forty eight hours, at least none of the inner circle has. The Old Guard and Elite Warriors are on rotating twelve hour shifts, but most of them are working overtime to help at the hospital and organise supplies. There are also being roped into other things which we had overlooked, like security in the ballroom, where we have set up the emergency accommodation for the storm. Tempers are getting frayed amongst the pack members, it’s not easy having so many people packed into such a small space and people have been butting heads left and right.

Anyway, I’m fucking shattered and just about ready to hit the hay, when Liberty drops a bombshell. She has another power, or gift, whatever she calls them, I guess they are both. Projection, she called it when she gave me a short but sweet debrief. So now I’m trying to round up a dozen men who have actually rested in the last two days, to be security for her most recent revelation and impendi