Lucas stood on a hill with a view of the northern frontiers, feeling the fresh, cool air around him. The expanse of land spread out in front of him, a combination of woods and fields illuminated by the morning sun. He could make out the faint silhouettes of villages hiding among the trees, at risk from the rising rogue pack presence. His determination was reflected in the set of his jaw. Now, it was up to him to take care of this.
"Eleanor trusts me to handle this,” he whispered to himself, sensing the responsibility of that belief weighing on him. He looked at Marcus, his deputy, an experienced fighter with keen eyes and a calm attitude.
"How many male individuals are at our disposal?" Lucas inquired with a strong voice.
Marcus quickly looked at his notes. We possess fifty experienced fighters and approximately thirty inexperienced ones undergoing training. We also have a few scouts on our team.