Right or Wrong

*Rafe*

Reports come in from all over the forest. I keep my eyes closed and listen to the telepathic voices in my head, collecting all of the data, all of the numbers.

But the number of captured wolf shifters are not just random digits written down on a piece of paper. For every person that we round up, a family is torn apart.

“One of them got out before we even fucking released the guards,” Kris told me about two hours ago when the shifters’ time was up. “He ran straight east.”

I’d snickered. I knew that wolf shifters always said that was a bad strategy, but it had worked for this guy.

As the night wears on, more of the wolf shifters slip out of the forest than have ever done so before, but it’s still not enough. Many, many more are captured. I can hear their screams in the distance and know that they’re not injured; they are devastated. They’re picturing their mothers and fathers, maybe their mates. Some of these people are old enough to have children. None of the villages have rules