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I popped in every once in a while just to set eyes on things, make sure things were running well, and put some distance between me and the psychological warfare the council was waging on me. I had Samara escorted to Kings territory, figuring the less hostile mood would be a better environment for her.

Of course, every time I visited the Kings, I found that things were going fine—my beta and sister were amazing at what they were trained to do. That was a relief in most ways, but sometimes I wondered whether I was needed there at all.

On the day that marked two weeks since we returned to Wargs’ territory, Lance and I were walking around, checking out the progress of the construction and discussing pack safety. The attack on the Camas had made us all hyper-aware of security, and fortunately, Lance was an expert. He was close to Theodore, whose son I’d saved during Troy’s attack. Because of what Lance had learned from one of the Kings’ strongest warriors, he had plenty of ideas for how we