Grace
It’s hard to pretend that everything’s alright. We bury our dead once more, and with Justine’s baby dying in her womb, we are back to square one. I’m almost ready to say that all this is a futile exercise, an excuse for everyone to be in one place, ready to be annihilated by enemies. We are easy prey, because what are we but the monsters in the humans’ fairy tales?
To go down to town and attack the humans can’t be the answer. We can only wait here for them to attack again. Helpless and hopeless. And they say, we are wolves from the proudest pack of them all. The proudest can be the heaviest to fall, too.
Alpha Kele assigns shifts to all the remaining wolves. No less than four wolves will be up at any given time, especially during the night. Two will be guarding from the outer cab
