***[POV: Director of Cultural Development]***
The crowd closed behind them, eventually. It was the weirdest thing they'd seen in a while. But they'd seen a lot of weird things recently. Just another day in the damned Apocalypse.
"Rushwater… what the hell was-"
"Situation is resolved. Resume your route if you want."
Thomas is asking questions like always. His wolf was still too close to surfacing, the turquoise that shone barely fading from his eyes.
We'd been spreading our pack members into these groups to build rapport and trust. But I think with some of ours, it's just infecting them with disobedience.
Then again, he always was a bit of a jerk kid.
I realized that my hand was still up. The one I'd used to signal them to stand down and hold their position. I lowered it very slowly when they came back.
