At the pack's borders, those frightened women and children were being precluded by those partying at the borders. Quite a lot were filming them too.

"Please stop!" one of the women pleaded tearfully.

"Let us pass, please!" a little black-haired boy begged.

"Nope," a warrior of the 12th-ranked pack said with glee.

"She's the one who let us go," another remnant Ralton disputed.

"Who knows if you're trying to escape while she's dealing with your Alpha? I thought you were proud to be Raltons?" ...