[ Bloodfang territories ]
"…And the third battalion has restocked their silver tipped rounds. Archer unit has received their cloaking gear," one of Velor's Betas finished, eyes darting to Niva for approval.
She nodded wordlessly, eyes scanning the neat stack of supply documents before her. The bold seal of the Blackfang pack stamped across each line reminded her just how much responsibility had landed on her shoulders in Velor's absence.But it wasn't like she hadn't done it before… she did take his place when he went on missions… not chasing another man's mate… even prepared to wage war with the Old world for her sake… this was slowly settling over her… maybe not… maybe she sensed it before… and that's why coaxed Keiran to join him.
"Approve it," she said quietly, signing the last document with a firm stroke. "Keep every squadron on high alert. No one moves until Alpha Velor gives direct orders, or until I say otherwise."
