In your face
Oberon had finished writing all the letters he had intended to write. With the help of the neighboring pack, his letters were sent to the packs where his pack members were scattered in.
He was waiting for them to arrive first before Aegis's warriors and elders would be taken care of.
He sighed as he sat alone in his study room, trying to think of a way to take care of Aegis's Elders, and his warriors.
"It would be hard just driving them from the houses since they are Lycans, and have more strength," he muttered.
"At the same time, those people really need to leave," he bit his lips, darting his eyes.
"How do I make them leave those houses before my pack returns?" He rested on the chair, and clasped his hands together.
He thought about it for a while.
'Calling them to the palace is an idea. They would think Aegis is the one calling them.'' He heard the voice in his head say.