JACK-EYE
Our new influx of Lycans is well-timed; with Owen babysitting the two young children Lyre's become so concerned about, the others have become somewhat problematic.
Between the rampant infections and having to rearrange people into homes based on medical need, a few medics who aren't thrilled to be here, and two deaths, there's far too much to handle with both Lyre and Thom disappearing into the underground to find more survivors.
I cross my arms, looking down at our reinforcements. They've been hand-selected by our illustrious king for their discretion and, more importantly, their ability to follow basic fucking instructions.
As a whole, shifters are better known for their physical ability and less for the intellectual side of things. Not that we're stupid—far from it—but too many of us have learned to rely on instinct and the other half of our souls. And wolves might be intelligent, but their intelligence is uniquely primed to survival, not thrival.
