We leave the mothers to finish dividing the weapons amongst themselves. When we reach the square I find Annie and Ri'elle opening box after box of vials.  "What are these?" I ask.  "Oh, hey, good you're back. These blue ones are healing potion for poison, the green ones heal any wounds short of losing a limb, and the red ones are weapons. The only issue with the weapons is that Ri'elle and the witches color coded by help vs hurt... we won't know what the weapon does until we use it. Some cause poison like the one used on me, others cause welts to grow all over the body, or they cause any number of other ailments. All we will know going in is that they will cause harm." Annie tells me.  "That make's sense, you guys knew we were short on time, the color code was a great idea. Less likely for one of to be accidentaly poisoned by someone trying to help." I respond. We hide stashes of the healing potions around the square. We want those hurt to be a

I walk ove to Annie, she is talking to her Alpha, and I want to see what the plan is for the day.  "Hello Alpha Maxwell, it's good to see you again, thank you for coming to help us. I know our packs have never been allies, so i appreciate that you came." I know that he came to help Annie, not me, but it would be bad form to not thank an Alpha in this situation. "My King, there is no need to thank me. It is entirely my pleasure. And please call me Maxwell." He says with a smile.  "Thank you Maxwell, please call me Ansel, king still feels odd to me." I say with a chuckle. "So... what's the plan for the day? The mother's want to know if it is safe to bring out the children, or if we should keep them in the safe house fo now?"  "Uncle Maxwell and his warriors are going to take over running the boarder patrol, and they will station guards around the square so we can all get some sleep. After we are all rested up we will make up a shift rotat

"Wait, before we vote does anyone have any questions? Or anything that they would like to add to the conversation before we vote..?" Ansel says quickly.  "Good point" I concede to him with a nod of my head, then I turn back to the table and add "does anyone have anything to add?"  "Well, actually... if we combine packs, what does that mean for the ranks? With the exception of Alpha each pack has someone for each rank, and for that matter for each job. I mean, I know my wheelhouse is not very big, but I am in charge of all the cooking and cleaning staff, will have to fight to keep my job?" Miss. Frankie asks.  I turn to Matteo, since the council has the most experience with this, they help merge packs when one Alpha defeates another in a challenge, or when smaller packs join together to become one.  "Well, there are options as far as the ranks go, it is usually left up to the alpha to decide which method is used. The 2 wolv

"That means that me and Ansel will have to separate... Annie in the first group and me in the second, since the pack is taking to different path's to the castle. Also, now that I am thinking about it, the last group of 100 warriors, we shouls split them into 2 groups of 50, they can both leave at the same time, each taking one of the route's to make sure their was no one left behind." I say, trailing off as I get lost in thought.  "That is a good point Ansel, agreed." Annie says as she leans down and makes the changes on her list.  We work out the details, deciding exactly who will go with each group. The lead warriors know which of their warriors are best suited for each take. The Luna of Annie's pack and my mother, being the former Luna of my pack, it is their jod to know the name, rank, age, and general health of every member of the pack. Alpha Maxwell had made a point of talking to each of the rogue wolves who had joined us during the fighting. He made

"Queen Annie, can I have a word with you for a moment?" I turn to see one of the doctors taling to me.  "Of course Doctor...?" I don't know his name, do I trail off questioningly.  "It's Doctor Fritz." He says "Right, Doctor Fritz, how can I help you?" I ask him "Well, I was looking at the evacuation group list's, and I noticed that you have some of the wounded listed on there as warriors or mothers... And I know that half of them will be healed enough to travel on their own by the time it is time to leave, but some of the more serious wounds and Molly is still in a coma. Moving her will not be easy..." He is trying to be polite, and I can see that, but I can also see that he is mad.  "I understand, we didn't take the wounded into account, I should have thought about that, I am sorry... What do you suggest? Ambulence's? I know we have a few, but I doubt we have enough to move all of the wounded in them." I say, asking his opinio