Page 164 of Game of Destiny
“It seems we have an issue on our hands. We need to figure out if it’s something we should get involved in, or if we should take a step back from it,” Finlay told everyone. We then explained what we had been told and as we talked everyone looked horrified.
“That is… I don’t even have words for it,” Jake said. He was holding Shelly’s hand tightly.
“How on earth can someone even think that is a good way to solve anything?” Sam asked as he looked down at the two pups who were taking a nap.
“We need to help them,” Medow insisted.
“How?” Finlay asked. “Do we want to do a takeover? “
“No,” I said before anyone else had the chance. “I’m all for helping, but we know hostile takeovers are always risky. Say what you want about your brother’s pack, but they are strong and highly trained. Even under the best of circumstances we will see heavy losses on both sides. I don’t want to do that unless there is no other way.”
“I agree,” Shelly said and Medow nodded.
“I think we should offer help to those who want and need it, but not interfere with the pack,” Jake said.
“Maybe we can check with some of our allies if they would be open to sheltering some who might want to leave. Not everyone might feel comfortable coming to us, with the history between our packs,” Sam said.
“That’s a good idea,” I agreed.
“I think we will inform the council as well. They should know there is a good chance of a large number of wolves relocating,” Finlay thought out loud.
“Yes, and we shouldn’t let the pack know of this until we have both those things in place. They will want to make sure theirloved ones are safe. It’s better if we can tell them how their families and friends can seek safety,” I suggested.
“Yes, it’s not an easy decision, but I think it’s the right one,” Medow said. We all agreed.
“Can the four of you reach out to our allies? Red and I will talk to the council,” Finlay said. Everyone nodded and we split up to get our tasks done.
"Alpha Finlay, Luna Amie, it’s always nice to see you, but we seem to be talking quite regularly of late,” the head of the council greeted us as we logged on to the online meeting.
“Unfortunately it’s true. No good news this time either,” Finlay told him. We told the council about what we had learnt.
“It’s troublesome news if they are true,” the head of the council stated when we were done. “Do you want us to intervene?” he asked.
“No. We know the law. Each pack has the right to govern themselves as they please. We only want you to be aware of the situation and maybe help us organise if we see a large amount of wolves fleeing,” I told him. There were a lot of nodding heads from the council.
“It’s in times like these we wish we had more to say in the packs. Freedom always comes with the price of less control. All we can do is hope they will come to their senses. Or are you going to take action to solve the situation?” one of the members asked.
“No. We don’t see the need for direct actions, for now,” Finlay told her. Again there was nodding on the screen.
“We will help in anyway we can. If you receive information about refugees, please let us know,” the head of the council told us. We said goodbye and ended the call. Finlay sunk back in his chair.
“What the fuck is he thinking?!” he exclaimed. I knew it wasn’t a question he wanted an answer to, I had felt his frustration grow throughout the day. “Is he fucking insane? Forcing people to have pups? Like that will solve his issues. Even if he floods his pack with pups, it will be years before they can start pulling their weight. Before then they will just mean more work and less sleep. A brilliant thing if your pack is already overworked! I mean, this is the plan of a true genius. To think I’m related to him.” He sighed deeply and rubbed his face. “Sorry,” he said in a calmer voice. I got up and stood behind his chair. I placed a gentle kiss on his head and rubbed his shoulders.
“It’s okay. Get it all out. Better you do it here with me then in the middle of dinner,” I told him. He grunted and I felt him relax under my hands.
“Honestly though, it’s embarrassing to call him my brother.”
“I can see why. We don’t choose our relatives. Luckily we do get to choose our family and you have made some good choices,” I told him. He picked up one of my hands and tugged it forward so he could place a kiss on it and then returned it back to his shoulder.
“I have,” he agreed.
“I say we get some food in our system, get a report from the others where we are with the allies and then call my brother,” I said.
“Your brother?”
“I don’t think James would accept our call. Elder will listen and talk to him and James will do what is right.”
“You sound sure of it,” Finlay pointed out.
