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Murmurs erupted throughout the crowd. Many of the families of the feral children were already emotional. Some had even left while we were talking to get their bearings.

“Who killed Troy?” Theodore asked.

“I did,” Night said. “But it was a team effort. I can’t take credit for the kill alone.”

“Can’t you, as an alpha, force the feral wolves to shift?” Council Member Dana asked.

“I could try to compel them to do that, Dana, but to be honest with everyone here, I’m not sure what that would do to their minds. I’m not willing to hurt them more than they’ve already been hurt.”

“What did you do to remind them of who they were?”

“I told them their names,” I replied.

Another moment of silence followed, broken only by the occasional sniffling of the children’s families. Another contraction hooked around my abdomen, making my breath hitch. Night glanced at me, but it wasn’t the best time to ask me if I was okay.

“Has this ordeal established a relationship with these other packs?” Council Member J