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MIKE

I was seated at the back of the meeting room with the elders as we planned how we were going to get food supplies. The last time had not being favourable for us. It still made me so angry how everything had turned on its head. I didn’t like it one bit, but there was nothing I could do to change the dynamics.

“This issue has been persistent. We are werewolves, and our strengths grows with food. Think about what would happen if we don’t have foodstuffs in the coming week. We would be too weak to go to battle and our enemies would have a greater hand over us. I don’t think that any of us wants that at this point,” one of the elders pointed out.

We all agreed to that. Despite my earlier resolve, I was thinking of a way out. The strongest of us could get the food items instead of all of sending the weak links. It won’t be nice if we endangered more of our members just to satisfy out cravings.

“Elder,” Adams said. “I think the best thing is do is laying low for some time. The w