Chapter 104. It Wasn't Personal

Talia's POV

Werewolf Council HQ

"Talia, I order you to open this door!"

"Sorry, Dad. It's too late now." My conscience would not allow for him to fight, not now. Our plan was fatally flawed in a way familiar to the French and their Maginot Line. We had put everything into defending against a ground attack, and instead they had gone around them. Fighting hand to hand in a building like this was a losing strategy, and the screams from above me bore that out. We simply could not regroup in time to do anything, and my Enforcers were dying.

"We've locked down the upper level, Talia. We show a dozen or so vampires entering from the rooftops. We've made a dent but not enough."

"Have those who can fall back to our position and lock the rooms behind them, so we have time to prepare," I sent back. The Pack House was fortified inside and out for just such a reason. Doors locked and steel barricades slid into place, cutting each floor into quarters and isolating