The week passed in a flurry of activity, as the pack continued to make preparations for the upcoming eclipse.
The air was thick with tension, and every day I woke up to the sound of bullets firing against moving targets as pack members practiced their shooting skills blindfolded. On the very first morning, I thought Fangborne was under attack until I saw Blaise on the grounds, instructing his wolves on how to aim.
Personally, I had never seen so many guns in my entire life, but that wasn't all.
Since the pack would be hampered in terms of their physical strength, Damon's alternative was to make sure that every member of his pack was armed to the teeth with ranged weapons they could use expertly.
