The coastal territory was beautiful in a way that made the economic devastation more heartbreaking.
We drove through fishing villages where boats sat rotting in harbors, past shuttered storefronts and houses that needed repairs no one could afford. The ocean stretched endlessly to our left, grey and cold under October skies.
"Morgana's been bleeding this territory dry for years," Morgan said from the passenger seat, reviewing her tablet. "Tourism revenue that should go to infrastructure maintenance gets diverted to her personal accounts. Fishing licenses are overpriced, forcing locals to fish illegally or not at all. School funding has been cut by sixty percent."
"How did the pack not revolt?" I stared out at another boarded-up business.
"Because she's good at divide and conquer. Keeps
