Chapter SixteenA MONTH AFTER TAKING down the alphas who’d tried to wrestle the tribe out of our hands, we were still doing clean-up. The destruction they’d caused for the packs they’d targeted wasn’t something fixed overnight. Some of the kids were showing severe signs of PTSD, and they weren’t alone in it. They needed help, and we lacked the resources. We couldn’t use normal humans to treat them, so more foreign werewolves had to help us.
In a twisted way, I was getting exactly what I’d wanted: for us to open our territory and stop killing any foreign wolf that stepped across our borders. The Killers had greeted them with a sigh of relief at first, but the mistrust and aggression had returned. Not overtly, but there were mutterings in corners.
I knew I had to get things settled and make
