Page 111 of The War is Coming

General Merryweather was still talking to Frederick. Earlier, he had met Hades, who was now looking for his brother to tease him.

“Is the pack always this eventful, Sentinel Barbuda?”

Frederick laughed. “Pretty much yes, and call me Frederick.”

“Atlas,” he said, just as his phone pinged. “Excuse me, I need to check this.”

“Go ahead,” Frederick said.

“Thanks,” Atlas read the message and cursed.

“What’s wrong?”

“A friend has messaged me. Rogues are starting to travel to the Hayes Pack. The first lot are due to arrive there today.”

“I’ll message The War Council and kings and let them know,” he replied, pulling his phone out and sending the message. “You’ll get the message as well, as I’ve added you to the two group chats.”

“Thanks. If we can find out how they’re travelling, we could potentially stop them from getting to the Hayes Pack. I’ll message my contact and see if he can get names and travel details.”

“That would be helpful, thanks, Atlas.”

Atlas replied to the message. He had just sent it when Blake came striding over.

“Thanks for your message, Frederick.”

“Atlas is trying to get names and travel plans for the rogues.”

“Thank you, general,” Blake said.

“Call me Atlas, sire.”

“As long as you call me Blake.”

“Thank you, sire.”

Blake chuckled, then sobered. “As soon as you have any new information, send us a message, and we can have a meeting to decide how to stop them.”

Atlas nodded. “I can do that.”

“Thanks.”

Someone had provided food, and everyone was happily chatting away, everyone mixing and sharing stories.

Andromeda was standing by Puff; she slipped an arm around his waist and Puff leaned into her.

“Puff, I don’t know what your past was like, but you are one of my son’s mates. I would be delighted if you would think of me as a mother figure.”

Puff turned to look at her, tears in his eyes. “I would like that, thank you, Andromeda. My parents were horrible; they kicked me out of the family when I was fourteen, as my father wanted to stay Dragon King. I was homeless for years before I found Blake and this pack.”

Andromeda gasped. “Well, I’m your mother now, and the rest of the family are your family.”

Puff kissed her cheek. “Thank you, I’d like that.”

Antares, Atticus and Mateo walked over carrying plates of food.

Antares handed one to his wife, and Atticus handed his extra one to Puff.

“Thanks, I’m starving,” Puff said, taking it.