Chapter 27 Wasn't Your Fault

• Peony Crimson's POV
• "Is everything enough? Please tell me if you need more blankets or anything. Lunch starts in an hour in the west tent.” I knelt down. Before me, a girl with curly chestnut hair sat hunched over, embracing a crumpled, dirty shirt.
• A day had passed since the Lycan attack on White Moon. With half the villages destroyed, refugee tents were set up in the field behind the packmansion to accommodate members. Gloria and I helped out with whatever we could.