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Reynard Wyatt looked up when the door to his sanctuary burst open. He was in there, going over the final plans with his Trusted Seven as he called his top strategists. The best time to come up with strategies was at dawn when their minds were relaxed and fresh after a good night’s sleep.
“I thought I told you not to disturb…”
“We’re under attack, Lord Command.” The Jackal said urgently.
“How…”
“Wolves.” The Jackal rasped. “They’re on the compound. I don’t know how they got in. Somehow, our strength and magic have gotten very weak. Some of our people are already dead.”
“Go out there and find out who they’re working with.” The Lord Command roared. “Those mangy mutts could not have penetrated our shield unless they had help from a warlock. I don’t think someone from within can betray us. That warlock you’re working with…”