Far away, just outside the Dens, the wolves were preparing for their long march to the Vampire Realm. They were in six huge columns, each column numbering roughly 3000, each was commanded by one of the six Omegas, who marched 10 paces in front of the column. They were all lined up and ready to march for a full week, to reach the Palace City before sundown on the 7th day. Orders were being shouted along the columns. They were separated into groups of two, Darang and Teyler would we attacking the western gate, Gaylen and Zin would attack the eastern gate, Wendon and Rolind would attack the southern gate. Balinst, in full wolf form, gazed out at the columns from a small cliff overlooking the entrance to the dens. He was accompanied by five members of his special elite force. He scanned the columns a little longer then let out a deafening roar, one so loud it shook loose large rocks from the cliff. He raised a claw to the sky and the whole Wolf Legion returned his roar. They began marching off, towards battle, towards death. They knew that a lot of them probably wouldn’t make it back, but each knew he wouldn’t die alone. They were tired and hungry, but the battle lust burning in their hearts kept them marching.