Page 95 of His Fate

"Right." I scan the blueprints of the mansion as Posey lays it out. "I want Ronny to be put in charge of the young. He will want to fight, especially since he has finally heard the call of the moon but he has no experience and his wolf, though big, will be too reckless."

"So we give him something important to do, something he can take pride in that won't make him feel like he's not helping." My mate gives me a warm smile, her eyes dancing.You are going to be an amazing father.

I just squeeze her thigh under the table and ignore the way my cock is all too eager to thank her for that. "So Josh will be on our prisoner, Ronny in charge of the young. I think it would be best to position Allie with them as well since Daisy will most likely need her close, but also for their protection." I point to the balcony off our wing. "Casey can take post here. She will be well hidden but still able to shoot at anyone who gets close to the main house."

Grace leans forward. "She needs backup, though. Case is a killer shot but she won't be able to see as far as a shifter or be able to defend herself against one that can get up there."

Milos visibly stiffens as he looks at me but I lift my hands to put him at ease. "I want Janet and Kady on the balcony with her. Mary and Sara will be positioned inside the house by the basement door so they are able to cover that as well as the first floor. The second and third floors will be put into lockdown." I glance at Henrich, "Are your shades ready to go?"

He nods. "Automatic iron bars simply need to be connected to the solar power panels and they will be active."

"Good." I go back to the blue prints. "I want Carol on the front but not alone. Are any of the other females handy with weapons?"

Posey and Grace exchange a look and I arch a brow, waiting for one of them to explain.

"Kai, sugar, we grew up hunting with our daddies in one way or another. If they lived anywhere within one hundred miles of Ashland, they know how to shoot a gun." My mate gives me a sweet, though sarcastic grin and I shake my head.

"Then I'd like for the White girls and Bill's daughter to protect the front of the house with Carol. Do you have the shades installed on the first floor as well?"

Henrich rolls his eyes but nods.

"So that leaves what, about seventeen shifters to actually fight?" I lift the blueprints and go to the map as several grunts of disapproval meet my ears. So I look up and find Hank, Posey, and Grace staring hard at me.

"Twenty shifters and a vampire." My beloved glares. "I told you—"

"I know. I know, my love, and I am not excluding you from the fight." This is where I'm going to get resistance, I know this without doubt. "But neither you nor your father have shifted in over twenty years and I feel a war with our enemies may not be the time to try."

Posey's eyes flash white briefly and I'm struck dumb by the sight.

I don't think she realized it. I'm actually almost positive she didn't, but that little glimmer of her dragon is the first I've seen and I have a feeling she did not like the way I doubted her.

Perhaps I should challenge my mate more in order to wake up her sleeping beast.

Now isn't the time though, because the anger that is building within my Josephine is almost tangible.

"I'm simply saying I would like for you, your father, and Gracie to be positioned here, here, and here." I point to three relatively hidden vantage points where they can snipe the hell out of anyone who enters the valley. "With more guns than we know what to do with. The bullets will merely slow down our enemies but it will be enough to allow us to take them down and—"

"Not unless we make our own bullets." Posey shocks the hell out of everyone, except Milos and Hank apparently. "We know a dragon's venom can be fatal to basically everyone except their mate or blooded kin, just like their fire. If Milos starts making our own bullets and incorporates our venom into them, then they'll take down anyone in the Molnarva army, will kill them if we hit them with more than one."

Karel nods to himself. "That is a brilliant observation, my queen, however, there are two minor issues your theory presents."

Posey crosses her arms against her ample chest, arches a brow, and leans back in her chair.

Then her eyes flicker white again and I fear if we keep questioning her, my mate will shift right here and destroy our entire home before the battle begins.

"As you know," he clears his throat. "A dragon's scales are almost impenetrable. A simple bullet, no matter how much venom it contains, would not penetrate one's natural armor."

My beloved nods and smirks. "Not unless we get them before they shift or nail them in a fleshier part once they do."

"You believe you are able to hit a moving target in somewhere, say, the armpit or behind the knee from a minimum of fifty yards away?"

Hank barks out a laugh. "That's child's play, brother. My girls and I could do that blindfolded with one hand tied behind our backs."

Karel blinks then nods. "Alright… but what about the amount of venom we'd need to obtain? The number of bullets Milos will need to forge?"

"I can help with both of those things." Havok finally speaks from his perch. "Milos and I can double his efforts by forging them together and as for the venom..." His eyes glow impossibly brighter as he smirks. "While you scaly bastards milk yourselves dry, Henrich can take vials of my blood as well."

Posey leans forward, eyes wide. "Why?"

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