Shiki growled, but otherwise kept quiet. Of all the tribe leaders, he understood me the best. Our two tribes were the restless ones. Like the Russians, the Chinese packs under Shiki’s rule kept challenging the Japanese leadership. The Chinese were less brutal and overt about it, but tribal in-fighting spelled bleak futures. Bloody futures.
“You have to show strength. It will work better for you than it does for me,” Shiki said.
He was right, of course. The Russians packs always showed deference to the strongest wolves. That was why the Mongolians had ruled for so long. Plus, with all the sanctions placed on human Russia, it made business sense to have us manage some of their affairs. Every single time a leadership change was about to happen, the unrest would start and they would challeng
