It took Maker almost a week to create what she claimed to be a cure for the pack's feral madness, and with Sonoma and the elders' blessings she began administering it to everyone immediately.
The cure appeared to do the job it was supposed to do—no further feral incidents occurred after the injections. Finally, the pack was able to breathe a collective sigh of relief. At least for a moment.
It was time to start focusing on defenses for the camp. The HSM attack had caught you all off guard, and a secondary assault was bound to happen—it was only a matter of when.
We added security cameras and motion detectors throughout the camp.
I had Sonoma requisition military rifles through her contacts.
The pack managed to get its hands on a single rocket launcher.
We all got together and reinforced the stockade walls.
Ahote, Kotori, and I reached out to the werewolf rights activists to bring our story to the public.
I rallied the pack together to dig an escape tunnel so we could flee if we were unable to repel an attack.
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