Chapter 45 Acts of Aggression

[Aimee] In the next few days, I would redress Ares’ wound and help Mars with the other casualties in the tent. Last night’s incident seemed to have slipped Mars’ mind because he was back to his old self. There hadn’t been a peep from Amos as he rarely came out of his tent. As the number of wounded men lessened in the tent, Mars let out a smug smile. “I was right to be here. Otherwise, they wouldn’t bounce back so quickly.” I echoed his thoughts with a smile. Before I could say anything, the horn sounded outside. “Oh, no! The Western Werewolves are here!” Mars wiped away the smug look and appeared nervous. The highly-trained soldiers gathered at the sound of the horn. Even the injured in the tent were eager to perform their duty, but Mars stopped them. “You need rest now. We have others to fight.” The wounded men lay in bed with regret, some not having it while others worried. I could understand the helpless feeling. However, the greatest help they could give was not