I'm surprised and at the same time deeply relieved to see that Alpha Torrin doesn't seem to be struggling with his amnesia tonight. He looks and sounds like the leader he has always been: fearless, steady, and full of determination.
He asks for everyone's opinions, weighs every suggestion carefully, then gives clear and confident orders.
"I want you to train all our warriors in our pack's military training camp as much as you can. Harleigh and I will do the same here. But even with all that training, I don't want Atticus or Damian in their best form when we attack. Have them drink wine laced with sleep-inducing drugs so they can't function or give proper orders to those willing to defend them."
"How about we poison them so they'd be dead instead?" Eric suggests.
"No," I answer. "Well… you can poison Atticus. But not Damian, because I'm the one who must kill him."
Heads snap in my direction, uncertainty flickering across every face.
