POV: Ashina
Three weeks after the memorial, Moonlit Pack was learning how to be bigger than it had been before.
The refugees numbered thirty-one in total wolves from eleven different destroyed or scattered packs, ranging in age from a sixteen-year-old girl named Pip who'd been captured on her first solo run, to an elder named Corvin who claimed to be eighty-three and moved like he believed it. They'd been given rooms in the manor's east wing, meals in the communal hall, and the careful, slightly awkward welcome of a pack that genuinely wanted to do right by them but wasn't entirely sure how.
Integration, Ashina was learning, was not a single event. It was a thousand small moments that either went well or didn't.
