Hank’s POV
The room had been tense as we settled in, food being brought up on a tray for June. As she ate, the council me were polite and enchanted; having since thought that their long time friend was utterly gone without a trace. “And so this O’Shea had been dealt with?” Davis asked, watching June as she took another sip of tea.
“He has. His pack had been disbanded as well, the Indians basically taking the fight out of them.” We had been telling them an extremely abridged timetable of events, leaving out things that would incriminate us and the townsfolk. “Now that the Indians have been driven north, things should settle down back to normal here.” I nodded along, keeping my eye on the younger one, Quinn. He was more handsy with June, something that Gypsum and I definitely did not like.
