NIKOLAI
Exactly twenty of my pack members showed up to warrior training on Friday morning. Half my pack was now makeshift warriors. Before the war, I’d had more than double—fifty of my strongest and bravest men. Now I was left with a random jumble of people that met the only criteria of being between the ages of eighteen and sixty. As they say, for a poor man and a thief, any clothes fit.
I let out a breath as I scanned the group. Perhaps Sasha was right, some breeding among the pack wouldn’t hurt. Not that it was a good time for any of us. We were still mourning the loss of our families. We didn’t even have a home yet. We would soon, but it wouldn’t be equipped with electricity or running water when we’d first settle. We’d be living off the land for who knows how much time before we fig
