*Through Sage's Eyes*
The week flew by. Sunday I called an emergency meeting with all of the women in the pack. With Izzy by my side I explained the potential threat to them and their children. I hated seeing any trace of concern on their faces and I hated giving them the warning, like my security couldn’t protect them. But they needed to know.
Thankfully the majority were confident and competent fighters already and had faith in the security system. Especially the ones who worked as patrols or guards and fighters. I explained that for the foreseeable future daily training sessions would be mandatory for all pack members and that the minimum age of requirement was lowered to three years old. Ben could create training programs specifically for the young pups. I didn’t plan on man
