Liam sat on the wide staircase that overlooked the large hall. From there he had a perfect view of everything that was happening below. The pack had already begun organizing themselves into groups and the once calm hall was now filled with movement, voices, and the occasional laugh that carried through the air.
Some people were checking weapons. Others were arguing over which vehicles to use. A few were pulling on jackets and tactical gear that had been brought out from storage. The entire mansion had shifted into something close to controlled chaos.
Liam rested his elbows on his knees while watching them carefully.
He was not in a rush.
Irina had told him to pick five teams, strong ones, people who would not hesitate when things got dangerous. He could have easily walked down there and chosen the biggest fighters or the loudest ones, but that was not how he wanted to do this.
Instead he watched.
He had been doing that for almost an hour now.
