When the wounded were finally well again things seemed to be going back to normal. But Trent was still worried, it showed in how little he was sleeping. There were just too few wolves to secure the border well enough. He had cameras installed, motion sensing lights everywhere and more buttons to sound the alarm in key buildings.
Astrid woke at 1am and Trent still hadn't come to bed yet. So she got up, put on a robe and went down to his office. She could hear voices talking. Her father and Trent, going over pack security probably. She knocked and entered.
“What are you doing up?” Trent asked.
“I woke up and noticed you're still gone. Come to bed? I'm sure this can wait until you've had some sleep.”
He sighed deeply. “Do you not get it? We lost so many pack members. My own father died
