Um...yeah. Sorry about the length, but y'all deserved something. I feel terrible. I've just been super busy and stressed and really needed a break from everything. Thank you to everyone who is still following this story.

Chapter Nineteen

The tent they set up base in had no furniture. It was entirely empty except for the reed mat covering the dirt floor. Daniella sat across from the entrance. Remus was to her right and Fenrir was to her left. Cas, Silena, Conor, Edona and Balthasar, the Alpha of the Greek pack. In total, there were 37 packs that had gathered in this small clearing from countries across Europe and Asia, even a few from Africa. Over the past few weeks, Daniella had had meetings with them all over the state of the war.

"We don't have enough manpower," Edona said. The older wolf looked sharply at Daniella. "My queen, we don't have any hope of fighting a war on three fronts."

Three fronts. They were fighting three different armies. Lycaon, Voldemort and Dumbledore.

"How many have sided with Lycaon?" Daniella asked.

"Not many." Edona's lips curved up in a cold smile. "They remember when you fought the wizards the first time, and now that you've claimed the queenship, there are few who would fight against you."

Daniella bit her lip. She had always been good in a fight. Some fifteen years ago, she had led thousands of werewolves in the fight against the wizards. But now, she was fighting her own kind on top of everything. Could she really do it?

"Forget the armies for a minute," Caspian said. "Let's talk about Voldemort and Lycaon themselves for a minute. How do you kill someone who's been resurrected?"

Edona's lips thinned. Remus reached out and squeezed Daniella's hands.

"Voldemort's only immortal so long as his horcruxes exist," Silena added.

"Horcruxes?" Remus asked.

"Of course," Daniella said, startling. "But how many did he make? We know Harry was one before you removed it."

"What's a horcrux?" Conor asked. He was leaning forwards on his knees, staring intently at Daniella.

"A piece of soul that's been removed and placed in another object," she said. "The only problem is we don't know how many he made."

"Living things," Edona said. "They can be horcruxes, yes?"

"My son was one," Daniella said, her voice harsh and cold. Remus tensed up next to her. She hadn't told him that bit.

"The snake, then," Edona said, her lips thinning. "The beast never leaves his side."

"The others will be historical," Remus said. "Probably something to do with Hogwarts."

Silence reigned for several minutes, the werewolves all sitting quietly and brooding. Daniella was the only one moving, arms crossed behind her back, feet pacing back and forth. She growled and tore her fingers back through her hair. Couldn't anything be easy.

"It's late," she said after nearly ten minutes. "We should all sleep."

Daniella woke up at dawn the next morning. She found Caspian sitting outside on a rock, looking out at the sunrise. She sat next to him, and he curled up against her side, though he was far too big for that anymore.

"What are you thinking about, cub?" she asked.

Cas shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist. "When I was younger. It was so easy back then. All I had to worry about was impressing Skipper."

Daniella smiled sadly and pressed a kiss to Cas' hair. He was only four years younger than her, but he was still her baby.

"We'll be okay," she said softly.

"You don't know that," Cas whispered back. "What if Skipper gets hurt? Or Draco?"

"I won't let anything touch any of you."

Cas buried his face into her neck, but she could still feel his tears."