You woke roughly, jerked back into consciousness by a scalding pressure on your forehead. Your eyes flew open, blurry at first, but eventually clearing up to reveal an elderly muzzle staring down at you. Elder Mitena had revived you.
You sat up with a start, ripping a sweat-drenched white sheet off your furry body. The attack! "What happened?" you asked with a gasp. "Is everyone all right?"
Mitena revealed that it had been Williams's HSM who attacked the camp. Your friends from Haven were okay, but some of Sonoma's wolves and the former prisoners weren't so lucky.
Three HSM mercenaries had been captured before the attack was repelled, and Mitena was concerned about Sonoma's rage getting the better of her. The word running through the camp was that the Packleader intended to torture them for information and then put them to death.
I didn't like the idea of torturing captives, but I didn't try to interfere. It was hard to feel sympathy for racist murderers.
I tried to stop Sonoma from torturing her victims, and when she wouldn't be dissuaded, I told the whole pack what she was doing in secret.
I agreed with Sonoma and helped her torture the captive HSM mercenaries. There could be no redemption for racist murderers.
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