Val sighed as she sat at a table in the tent writing down some notes. They had been here in the camp for thirty six hours, thirty six long hours. She hadn't slept very well the night before on a cot. She discovered that most of the people here in the camp were very much against the werewolves. They had lost family or friends in the beginning at the hand of them, and their view had forever been shaped by it. She knew these people were hell bent on revenge, and there was no swaying them another way. However, she had also come across some that she was convinced were only here for the protection it offered in the crazy world they lived in. The fact of the matter was it the worst in some people had come out during all of this. Humans and werwolv3s alike all bad the bad apples, and some people
