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Damien's POV.

An office had been prepared for me at the outpost, and ever since the little trip to the forest, I stayed there trying to cook up plans on how we could beat the rogues.

It was already bad that they had such a large number but to think that they were also fanatics. It was crazy!

Here I was working hard, burying myself into the business of keeping my people safe, yet somehow someone thought it was wise to create another faction of people. Feed them lies and turn them against the entire pack, it was crazy!

"Give me more papers and ink, I need to finalize this plan before the soldiers get back," I called out to the guards stationed at the opened door.

They quickly hurried away and minutes later long white scrolls were brought to me with the provision of extra lamps and torches to keep the room bright.

"Is there any way we could help, my lord?" The captain asked and I waved him off.