Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 302

Xena's POV

"We're going to Wiley's abandoned factory tomorrow afternoon to inventory his weapons stockpile. We'll split those weapons between us," Logan said, looking at Ryder and me.

I nodded, my body still aching from the battle. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion that seemed to seep into my bones.

Ryder responded, "Alright. What about Martha?"

"I'll go check on her condition when I get back. We'll interrogate her tomorrow morning. I'm too tired right now, but thankfully everything's finally over." Logan's voice carried the weight of everything we'd been through.

"Ryder and I will come find you after our morning meeting. We'll interrogate her together. I'm really curious about who exactly let her out..." I glanced at Ryder, his expression serious and focused.

Logan nodded in agreement. "If you need transportation, there are trucks available. If not, please follow your respective Alphas back to our pack. You'll be assigned rooms. Get some good rest tonight."

"Those going to Boneash Pack, we'll meet in the conference room at 9 AM tomorrow morning to discuss some different matters. Please be on time. I'll make sure there are clear signs posted," Ryder announced. Everyone nodded in agreement.

and I walked toward our vehicles to wait. We watched as the others got into cars and settled in. No one took the trucks, so I assumed they all had their own transportation. Only when everyone was in

us as we slowly pulled out, making sure everyone kept up. Most of our pack members had already returned to the pack, so when we arrived,

a real pack should be like-united, caring. Ama stood at the front door, directing our members to bring the new members to the pack house dining room for dinner. Ryder and I stood aside, making sure we weren't needed. Our warriors carried luggage to rooms, and even some of the older teenagers

observed each new member's face. Some looked nervous, some were obviously still processing trauma. But there were also glimmers of hope. They were beginning

in the dining room enjoying dinner. I glimpsed several women posting signs for the conference room. Ryder had already sent out a massive mind link, telling

of rescue, of fear finally giving way to relief. Ama moved between the tables like a graceful

quietly, coming to stand beside me as we watched from the

feeling a deep satisfaction settle in my chest. "It's going to take time, but they're strong. They survived Wiley's pack-they can survive

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at one of

there," I murmured to Ryder, nodding toward her. "She's

watching."

Ama

were already playing with our pack's

looking tired but satisfied. "Final count is forty-three new members.