As Ari sat by the fire, he helped himself to a second serving of stew. Being at a more established camp than his own and having someone to talk to felt good. He enjoyed Gaby’s company. She seemed very protective of her group of misfit rogues. Werewolves were pack animals, so it was wise to form a pack. Life is rough and dangerous as a rogue. No protections exist like those afforded to members of a pack. He was transient by choice, but most rogue werewolves had no choice.
He sensed someone looking at him and saw Dorthea watching him. She shuffled over and sat next to the fire. They both watched the flames in silence.
“Gamma, instead of seeking revenge, your destiny here is one of leadership and healing. Your presence will determine the fate of my people. Do you have the stomach for what lies ahead?”