Chapter 95 Finding My Way Home

• BRIANA
• “You’re sure you want to live on your own again?” Linda asks, standing beside me in front of my small cottage. It’s been five days since the bonfire, six since my forced bed rest began. The last few days have been a blur of planning and meetings with Linda, Peter, Drake, Royce, and Milan about improving the pack’s training system. Natty and David left the morning after the bonfire, taking the remaining Moonveil wolves who agreed to join Silver Paw.
• Since I couldn’t train yet, I decided to stay busy. I asked the omegas to help prepare freeze-dried fruits and easy-to-rehydrate meals that could last up to two years in storage. Linda approved the plan to stock them in the new bunkers—ten in total—that Royce and Drake suggested last week. Alexander nearly fainted when he was told to budget for ten underground shelters, each big enough to fit twenty people. But he didn’t complain too much. We all know these are necessary precautions now.