Grouse Thicket The War Room

He looked to his wife and nodded. There was a small part of Reek, an inkling whisper, that wanted to show the wolves of the Glade mercy. However, he cast what little moral convictions he had aside for the good of his family. There could be no room for any further misfortune. If he gave the wolves of the Glade the option to stay, he could imagine them plotting against them, waiting to rise when the time came. Their presence was a danger to each and every wolf that Reek cared for; that Reek loved. None could stay, of that Reek was certain.

"If there are pups, they'll have to go with their own family," he said. "I have my own family to worry about." Despite Reek's soft-spot for children, his own were his absolute priority. "So are we settled?" he asked. "We move in the morning." With that, Reek turned to brief the rest of his followers on the tentitive plan.