Three weeks after the fall of the Shadowfang stronghold, I stood in the great hall of Blackmoor facing a problem I'd never anticipated: success.
The formal ceremonies were finally over. Representatives from every major pack in the territories had come to witness my official recognition as Alpha, to pledge their allegiance to the coalition, and to celebrate what they were calling the "Shadowfang Victory." The halls had echoed with speeches about unity, strength, and the triumph of civilization over barbarism.
Now they were gone, and I was left with the reality of ruling a territory that had doubled in size overnight.
"The integration reports," Captain Thorne said, placing a stack of documents on my desk with a thud that spoke of exhaustion. "Forty-seven Shadowfang survivors have requeste
