Wolf Lover: Konochur (New Scotia Pack Book 2) by Victoria Danann Page A

a message to Liulf? My friend was just here.”
    “The demon?”
    “Yes. He’s taking our request for arms to Black Swan.”
    Conn nodded slowly. “Aye. Anything else?”
    “We should have an answer in a few days. He’s also going to tell Win what’s happened. It may impact the rest of the tribe’s decision about migrating here. Circumstances have changed greatly.”
    “Aye. They have. I’ll be off at nightfall. Liulf will send the message on to First Colony. A few days, ye say. I expect that everythin’ will change then.”
    Grey sat and directed his full attention to his nephew. After a moment he said, “Everything changed the day the dragon shifters came.”
    “True enough.” Conn sighed deeply.
    “What’s troubling you, Konochur? More trouble with the widow Clear Eyes?”
    “I wish you would no’ call her that. She should not be defined by a wolf who’s no longer here.”
    “Very well. I will call her Lestriv, if you prefer.” Changing the subject, he looked toward the kitchen. “The smell of Luna’s venison stew has been torturing me all afternoon. Have some with us before you go.”
    Conn wasn’t unaffected by the heavenly aroma either. He smiled, eager to let his uncle know he regretted being abrupt. “Aye. I will. And I thank ye.”
     

     
    Black Swan readily agreed to supply the weapons necessary for defense. They were already invested in their alliance with two of the three werewolf tribes on Lunark and would honor that relationship without question.
    Some of the members of the Elk Mountain Tribe who had stayed behind in Loti Dimension had been balking at the prospect of migrating. But when they heard about the impending war with dragon shifters, their attitudes changed quickly. Every one to the last of them stepped forward to pledge their commitment to a new world, saying no tick-carrying dragon shifters would overcome their kinsmen while they were above ground to stop it. It seemed that even werewolves who had grown as complacent as hibernating bears could be stirred to action by the suggestion of a fight worth their attention.
    In a coincidence that was fortunate for the wolf residents of Lunark, those two events dovetailed each other beautifully. Just as the New Scotia wolves had transported the necessities of a new life when they immigrated, so would the tail end of the Elk Mountain tribe serve as weapons mules. The Black Swan team assigned to train the wolves on the use of modern weaponry sorted out who would carry what and every Elk Mountainer, from youngest to oldest, carried something useful if they could stand upright and walk.
    The demon, Deliverance, recruited his daughter, Litha, and her friend, Kellareal to help transport two hundred odd werewolves, with arms, through the passes. Some of the larger equipment had to be disassembled and carried in pieces along with tools to reassemble, maintain, and make repairs if necessary.
    The Black Swan training team consisted of a force of nine volunteer knights with heavy weapons experience. On the one hand, they were skeptical about training absolute beginners with no weapons experience. On the other hand, they were sympathetic to the plight of the werewolf colonists as it had been explained to them, mostly because of their respect and admiration for one of the knights who was a quarter werewolf, Glendennon Catch.
    He also asked for temporary leave from his team so that he could join the volunteers. Since he wasn’t heavy-weapons qualified, he had to take a crash course. But he was a quick study and passed his test after a forty-eight-hour session. Glen was excited by the prospect of encountering others who were human/werewolf hybrids. Even if they were all children.
     
    There were sections of territory between the three tribes where paths were becoming visually evident because coordination required constant runners. The Council eventually voted to concede on the matter of communications as well as arms, temporarily. So the alphas and