“Tell her I’m sending a car for her and her family,” Sawyer told me, and then started barking more orders at other people.
I pulled out my phone and texted my bestie.
Me:Umm so we’re at war, the alpha is dead and I need you to come to Werewolf City for a consult… Sawyer is sending a car.
Raven:WTF! Are you okay? Okay… can my parents come?
Me:Yes. Pack for a while. Miss you.
I was hoping to talk Sawyer into letting them stay here long-term, especially if he was letting other witches come.
“Raven and her parents are packing,” I told Sawyer.
He nodded, rubbing his face and looking more stressed than I’d ever seen him.
“I think we should—”
A siren went off and a walkie-talkie at Dreadlocks’ belt squawked.
“Vampires have breached the north wall. Orders, sir?” a voice came over the line and my eyes widened.
Dreadlocks looked to Sawyer, who peeled his lips back, his canines lengthening to points and pressing in on his bottom lip. “Kill anything that steps over that wall.”
Dreadlocks nodded. “Shoot to kill. I repeat, shoot to kill.”
The siren lessened to a low wail and Sawyer paced the room.
“How many in the reserves?” he asked, just as Sage and Walsh walked in.
“Three thousand,” Commander Dreadlocks said.
Sawyer stopped dead and spun on his heel. “That’s it?”
Dreadlocks swallowed hard. “Your father wasn’t keen on war.”
Sawyer shook his head. “Well, war is keen on us.”
Dreadlocks nodded, his back going rigid. “If I may be relieved sir, I’d like to get to the front line with my men.”
Sawyer nodded and Dreadlocks left the room.
Sawyer looked at the scrawny secretary then. “Please check on my mother, make sure the war siren hasn’t woken her.”
The man nodded and scurried from the room.
“We’ll go help at the north wall. Sorry again about your dad.” Quan and Brandon both gave Sawyer a quick bro hug and then left. Now it was just Walsh, Sage, Eugene, Sawyer, and I to stare at the map of Magic City that stood open on the tablet. He’d set up an imaginary battle where all of the magical races turned on us, and it didn’t look good.
“Someone give me some good fucking news,” Sawyer growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Sage pulled out her phone and showed him something. “I’ve gotten at least a thousand responses from the emergency text you sent out of wolves wanting to enlist,” she told her cousin.
“It’s not enough! I need at leastten thousandmore.” Sawyer reached up and pulled at his hair.
My eyes flicked to his the moment he said ten thousand.
The Paladins had ten thousand warriors and we’d just done them a favor.
“I know where we can get a couple thousand more warriors,” I said boldly.
