Irina
Yesterday was another blur of activity. I made some strategic calls. The vamp-hybrid war was gaining speed, and we needed allies. By the end of the week, we should have some help. Quinn had fires to fight and was on calls and video conferences for most of the day. He seemed to have bundled up his grief and was using the anger he felt towards his grandfather to fuel him.
His first act as king had been to offer aid and shelter to other packs. There was even a team of builders already here erecting temporary accommodations. Wolves from all over began appearing last night at our borders seeking refuge. It remained to be seen if it would be a place of refuge or not.
We broke the news to Amber about her father yesterday afternoon. She’d been upset but stoical. She refused to leave Carl
