Looking into Farkas's eyes, "You are right, Farkas. At this point, I don't see us winning without adopting these measures, but the question is– how would this idea of yours be received by the pack? Would people be willing to let go of their first sons in the name of this war?"
"We are only taking the ones who are up to age. We are not causing any harm, but trying to help. The people will see that." Farkas shrugged. "It's either that or they lose more than one of their family. Besides, we have the best warriors in the Ravenwood pack. They would get them ready. We are winning this, Rhett. We will."
Of course, they'd win. Rhett would give up his life if he had to. They just had to win. He had a lot to lose.
Sighing and staring into the oblivion, "I'll have to go to the Alpha tomorrow and let him know of our plans."
