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Quinn

I was back home. We had won the war. We had chased off the wolves to wherever else they could go through and had gotten our men back. I knew that the men weren't ever going to come back with what we had done to them.

I had been trying to have pity on them, knowing they were a homeless pack and wanted to reach a compromise with them, working on how they could live happily with our men without breaking any code of conduct and making a mess of the law but they hadn't composed themselves in the manner of a pack that I would want my men to live with. Before long, if care wasn't taken and I allowed my men to get used to men as barbaric as that, they would be corrupted by their bad manners and start living as animals which was less than what they were.

I leaned on my bed as I got out of the bathroom and splayed wide, explaining the rest I had. I needed it after the war that I had fought with those miscreants.

I heard a subtle knock on the door and wondered who it was. Mia and my brothe