Ramsey
I stood with my warriors at the edge of the forest, watching as the weapon master's trucks arrived. This moment had been months in the making. Ever since the first Feral attacks, I'd been working with our best craftsmen to develop weapons that could effectively combat these threats.
"Right on time," I said as Master Gregor approached, carrying a large metal case.
"Everything you requested, Alpha," he reported, opening the case to reveal rows of specialized ammunition. "Silver nitrate bullets for the rifles and pistols. The tips are hollow-point—they'll expand on impact for maximum damage."
Lenny whistled lowly. "These will tear through a Feral like paper."
"That's the idea," I replied grimly.
Gregor's apprentices unloaded more cases from the trucks. "We've also brought the grenades and explosives," he explained. "The grenades contain a mixture of silver powder and wolfsbane extract. They'll create a cloud that will weaken any were-creature caught in the blast radius."
