The next day, I woke up with a clear mission in mind. Leaving Demetrius to handle the early morning pack briefings with Sam, I skipped the war room entirely and headed straight for the pack schoolhouse. If I was going to find a solution for Sally and the rest of the orphanage children, I needed to see exactly how the school was holding up first. Maybe they had extra teachers who could rotate shifts, or perhaps the schoolmaster already had an idea on how to help bridge the distance.
The morning air was crisp as I walked down into the central square. Unlike the quiet, stone-walled corridors of the Stronghold, the area surrounding the school was bursting with life. Shouting children chased each other through the yard, and parents stood in small clusters, chatting before the morning bell rang
