“I’m fine,” James answered, his voice low and weak.
“He’ll live,” Liam grunted, stepping back as medics came to carry the litter that James rested on from the tunnel. “What do we do with them?” he demanded, facing what was left of the elder pack.
“I don’t know,” Adam admitted “for now we have a dungeon we can lock them into until we decide what to do.”
“And who will decide?” Liam demanded.
‘I have an idea,” Adam said “but let’s get Ella someplace where she’s less likely to hurt anyone else.”














