MILDRID’S POV It was easier than I had anticipated. The floor is filled with werewolves all waiting to get some foodstuff. They do not know what is coming for them. They are calm at first, but when more men began to troop in they started to struggle between themselves on who will make it to the front and enter the storehouse first. The whole place was filled with chaos. Beta Tim stood at the gate of the storehouse while I stayed beside him and we watched the struggle for survival displayed before us. The store was only locked since this morning and there was already this level of upheaval. What will happen if we were to extend it for a few more days? I just couldn’t wait to witness it all. I have the power for the distribution of food and only those that please me would get some. But then, what do I have? The men here are about fifty with only a handful of women. Almost half of them are between the ages of seventeen to forty. A good number of them are below seventeen while a smaller amount is above forty. The women here fall within the age bracket of seventeen to forty. However, I only need those between the ages of seventeen to forty as they are in their prime and would be useful to me at the moment. As for those already above forty, I wonder what good they will be up to. The younger ones can be killed right here and now, what do I care? “Hello everyone, please remain calm” beta Tim ordered and the whole place became instantly quiet. “I know what you all are here for, and I trust you for putting your faith in me. You all know what upheaval has befallen the Pack, and how we have been trying our best to make sure that none of those affect any one of you but sadly, the situation has gotten beyond my control” Hearing the announcement from beta Tim, there were murmurs in the crowd. “How can we get into this situation overnight, this kind of thing has never happened before?” “This is crazy, how do we survive without food?” “There should have been adequate provision before now. Are we all going to die of hunger? The beta better tell us what we need to hear, because there is no way I am going to leave here without enough food for myself and my family” “I know it will get to this, but what is our alpha doing about this. He should have informed us of the situation beforehand”The ranting between them kept going on and on with everyone relaying their grievances. Beta Tim clears his throat to get their attention, and when everywhere became quiet, he continued. “I know how it feels. You are right, something like this has never happened before in our great Pack. Diamond Cut has been a mighty Pack and has never failed to take care of the needs of each and every one of her members” he paused for a while allowing his words to sink in before he continued. “We fought for what we believed in but for the use of dark magic, we would have won against them. The enemy has now deployed a very hideous means as a form of punishing us and having us crumble on our feet before them. But there is little or nothing that we can do as they have succeeded in blocking all access of food to our Pack. If I had known that they would be this petty and beastly, I would have ensured a more adequate preparation of our Pack. But what can I do, my sons are still lying almost lifeless as a result of their chauvinistic nature toward our great Pack. But even when my sons are still in their deplorable state, never for once have I neglected my duties in the Pack...” Someone cut in. “We know all this, beta Tim, now tell us, how do we quench our hunger? We have lost so many men in the war, now we that are remaining should not die of hunger” He is a middle-aged man with pot belle. Beta Tim sighed. He made it look as if he was in a state of depression. “I weep for my fellow men. I weep for you all. I wish there is more something that could be done” he paused. “Mildrid here have just a little and now the problem is how to make it go round” he replied. “If that is the case, only the women should get it” a lady screamed from the crowd. “What do you mean?” a man retorted. “We also have women at home” “And even the men deserve to live too” another replied. “I am coming all the way from Black Moon Pack. At least twenty people depend on the outcome of my journey here. I must take home to them enough food” another man added angrily. He is the biggest among them. “Yes, I know you all come from far and wide. We are all one. But Mildrid is only one person, so what else can she do for everyone. What about we all report to our different alphas, I am quite sure that the Packhouse would have some stock?” beta Tim responded. “Not our alphas, they are not an option at this point. Lady Mildrid can share the food stock as she deems fit” a man responded from the crowd. “Yes. We all know what state our alphas are in at the moment. They are about to lose the legacy that has been with us for centuries. Right now, it seems that there is no solution” another said. “The thing is, I never expected this number of turn out. And tomorrow, I know that there will be even more. So I have made some plans to get some supplies to our Pack before the week runs out. The supply will be done discreetly for fear of it being intercepted by the Pixies. For now, you all will have to return to your various homes. I wouldn’t want a situation where the food will not be distributed equally between you since it is not much at the moment. You can return by the weekend and I assure you all that there will be enough food to go round” beta Tim appealed. “We are here now and there must be a way to determine how the food will be shared. You can come up with a formula or anything” a lady suggested. Beta Tim thought about her suggestion for a while and nodded before responding to it. “You are very right, you know. Come to think of your suggestion, I think you have a very valid point” he stopped. “Yes, come up with a sharing pattern, whatever you decide is okay by us. We are already here, and all of us should not return empty” another supported. My heart was gladdened at the turn of the event. We don’t even need to do anything more, now it is going to appear as if the whole thing is their idea. I and beta Tim would not be blamed for anything that happens here. “About a sharing pattern that you all suggest, I think I know just the right way to go about it” beta Tim revealed. “Then do it already, you have all our support” the lady urged. Beta Tim nodded, this is the right time to strike, and he will make very good use of it. “We are all werewolves, and only the strong should have the right of survival among us. Now there is a food shortage, and even food cannot save the weak among us so only the strongest among you can return with the food” “Then we would have to decide among ourselves who is the strongest,” the man with the pot belle said. “Hey, you there” he called out to an elderly man who should be close to sixty. “You can leave now, what are you still waiting for? You heard the beta, only the strong are needed here” The elderly man looked at him in annoyance but did not dare to respond. “And the ladies should leave us too. Why are the weak still here?” another man yelled angrily. “And who says strength is by gender?” the huge lady retorted aggressively. “It is only all of you, no need to fight now. Save the strength for later” beta Tim called them to order. “Whoever feels he is not strong enough can leave now” “You heard him, you all leave now” the pot belle man yelled. “And how do we determine the strong? Give us a task already” the lady yelled. I smirked. These people are just too easy to manipulate. It would not take long to have my zombies. This is already a good day “You will all fight and only the survivals get food” beta Tim announced.