Chapter 7

Damian’s POV.

“They have to stay,” Elsa said, giving her answer to Dennis concerning the issue.

I had nodded at her when he agreed to give to her the silver dagger. A symbol of leadership passed on from former leaders, or taken by those who deemed themselves fit. For the first time since we runaways banded together — it was in the hands of someone who had alpha blood running through her veins.

“I will pass the information to the pack, but we would need to do more if we want to keep this number of people here without starving.

She turned to him, “we have some of our people raiding far distance villages for meat, haven’t we?”

“That doesn’t determine they would come with more loots for us to manage. It is only a matter of fact we have going for us,” Dennis answered as he picked a scroll, pushing it open on a table.

We walked together to him, staring at the scroll. It was a map of the place, crudely done but was able to identify where we were and important places.

“Hope is enough to keep