Jackson turned his head, his gaze traveling over the fields of warriors. Pack after pack had sent their fighters. They had heard the call from the High Alpha and High Luna and answered.
His chest swelled with pride. They had come to the call of his Luna.
They were preparing to move south, at the head of the army. Helena was meeting with the leaders of each section. The group of warriors that would creep in from behind the rogue army were getting ready to set off.
About a dozen younger warriors stood, waiting to get her attention. They were holding a flag in their hands.
Helena noticed them waiting and walked over. She smiled.
“What have you got there?”
In answer, the young wolf at the front unfurled the flag. It was deep purple and blue. And on it, the silhouette of a ……
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