Pamela's POV
After all the chaos, the pack was finally starting to calm down. The surviving rogues who surrendered now lived with us, they were all given a place to stay, jobs and a starting capital. Despite them saying they changed, my brothers watched them closely.
Some still looked at me like they weren't sure of my leadership, but they couldn't say or do anything, the rest of them showed respect, knowing I was their leader. For the first time, I really felt the pressure of being in charge. And for the first time, I was happy about it.
Three days had gone by since the fight.
And we were still trying to sort out some issues, some which were settled for some rogues, who didn't find their place convenient.
Amarok and I were outside the compound yard, discussing the new housing system, when one of the guards ran to us, his voice full of worry and urgency.
"My Luna," he shouted, bowing down low. "There's a man standing at the entrance."
