chapter 122

Sable

Trystan does just what he promises.

I fall asleep in his arms, and although I wake up the next morning alone, I feel more rested than I have in a long time.

The North and West packs arrive early, before the sun has fully crested the horizon. I manage to chug a single cup of coffee before we have to hurry out to join the gathering crowd and help get them settled in various places around the village.

Of course we chose to combine all three packs in the smallest of the three villages. In hindsight, that was probably a terrible idea.

But the East Pack steps up, every home graciously accepting entire families from the neighboring packs. We have to deal with the logistics of keeping children and the elderly safe by making sure they end up in houses that have basements where they can be sheltered during the battle.

I spend several hours carting cots, pillows, and blankets into the meetinghouse for overflow, while Ridge and Trystan do a roll call with their packs, making sure nobody is