Page 82 of Emerald Flame
She guzzled water as well.
He sat beside her, each on a stool, in the kitchen proper. The pack chef hovered nearby to make sure they had whatever they needed. Kiara leaned against him as she ate. She’d even closed her eyes.
Fergus and Mary found them there. Mary had also used her veterinarian expertise and had stitched up a number of the wolves. Chef served them as well.
Fergus, his clothes still damp, sat beside Warren and together they mapped out the future for the combined packs. It was decided not to break them up. They’d had months of bonding and would probably be fine so long as an alpha was found to take over within the next week or so.
The larger problem was getting all the wolves off emerald flame. Like any addictive substance, recovery wouldn’t be simple. But Five Bridges had a host of trained medical professionals that Warren would contact to bring in for assistance. Those dedicated to help addictedaltercreatures, would be only too happy to help the pack. Julio’s heinous program of forcing the pack wolves to take the drugs was well known throughout all five territories.
When Warren finished his sandwich and with one arm still supporting Kiara, he called Alessandro. His second-in-command was in the training center with a number of Gordion warriors when Warren shared the news of the battle.
Warren smiled when he heard the cheer go up in the background that not only was Julio dead but Warren would be returning to the compound as soon as the wolves were cared for.
“What about the contingent outside Caldion?” Alessandro asked.
Warren’s smile broadened. “Take their asses down.”
When Alessandro repeated Warren’s command, another cheer rang out. Alessandro said he’d report back when they’d gotten the job done. “And we’ll have chef and his crew get the grills fired up. We’re celebrating as soon as you’re back on Caldion soil.”
