Chapter 181

Serena’s PoV Our days in the rogue pack had surprisingly been more peaceful than I expected as long as we minded our business and they minded theirs. Not until a new pack had arrived seeking sanctuary, and while I understood their desperation, the strain on our resources was undeniable. Food was scarce, tempers were high, and fights were breaking out almost daily. "That's the last of it!" a voice shouted near the food supply tent, then came the sound of a scuffle. I turned to see two wolves, one from Ardan’s pack and the other from a newly arrived group, grappling over a bag of dried meat. I hurried over with Zone following me close behind. "Stop it!" I commanded. The two wolves froze with their hands still clutching the bag. “He took more than his share,” the younger wolf from our pack growled. His eyes blazed with anger. The older wolf from the new arrivals scoffed. “We’re starving. You don’t get to hoard everything for yourselves.” I stepped between them and took the bag from their