Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 918

Chapter 124: The Scouting Party

With each passing day, more refugees arrived.

Every morning, I went to the kitchens in the pack house and had them cook up as much food as they could. I got some volunteers together and we'd all bring the food out to the refugee camp.

The shelters were up and they housed a lot of them.

For some of the refugees who had been there longest, we'd managed to find housing within the village, and pack house. But we were completely packed to the seams and about ready to burst.

Scarlett and Giselle helped me hand out new clothes and supplies.

We even had a bathing station set up for them. It wasn't the most glamorous setup and there was usually a long line at the bathing station, but no one complained.

I expected them to start complaining and getting antsy after a few days.

Apparently, the alternative of returning to the capital was a lot worse.

From the moment I woke up to the time I lay down at night, I was on my feet helping the refugees.

The ones who had been around for a while knew the drill.

But with more arriving every day, I had to get them checked in. It was important to keep a constant list of who was coming in so we could track them down as needed.

The infirmary was constantly packed with kids who were getting into scuffles and scraping their knees.

Fortunately, no one was fighting or bickering over supplies. They seemed to understand that we were doing our best.

It didn't matter. Every day, our resources were getting stretched thinner and thinner.

I had sent word to our allies for help and supplies, but no one had come yet.

“I'm not sure how much longer we can keep this up," Miriam said, stirring a giant pot of chili on the stove.

I sat in the kitchen, rubbing my feet and eating a snack.

It wasn't fair to ask the village members to cut back on their food and supplies to help the refugees, but most of them had been happy to give up some of what they were used to in order to spread the wealth.

“Our allies should be here soon," I muttered.

“Well, hopefully, they will bring enough to restock us as well. Soon, we will need the same aid as our refugees." She sniffed and got back to work.

I shook my head, but it wasn't like she was wrong. We couldn't keep it up forever.

“Do you need anything else from me?" I asked, standing up.

“No. I'll let you know when the chili is ready." Miriam waved her spoon at me.

I found Giselle and Scarlett in the refugee camp. They were helping pass out the most recent supplies we'd managed to scrounge up.

“How many refugees have come in today?" I asked.

“Eliza, we've been going at this for weeks," Giselle said. “We can't keep going like this."

“I know. I promise we'll get relief soon. Can you please tell me how many refugees came in today?"

Giselle sighed and pulled out the clipboard. “We had ten more come in today."

“That's more than yesterday!" I cried.

Giselle nodded somberly. “It seems like more and more are coming every day."

“I'll go over our supplies and reorganize rations for the larger groups coming in." I handed the clipboard back.

I knew that even if I reorganized the rations, it still wouldn't make up for the larger numbers of refugees coming in.

Sighing, I headed back to the mansion.

“Luna Eliza! Luna!"

I turned around as a pack member ran toward me.

“What is it?"

“A big group of people is coming." She pointed past the refugee camp.

With each passing day, more refugees arrived.

Every morning, I went to the kitchens in the pack house and had them cook up as much food as they could. I got some volunteers together and we'd all bring the food out to the refugee camp.

My heart sank.

More refugees? We could barely support the ones that we had....

I followed her out to the road and saw a group of shifters coming toward us. They were all carrying large packs and there were carts covered in crates.

I smiled, and all the weight lifted from my shoulders and chest. “Those aren't refugees!"

I ran down the road to greet our allies. They had crates and crates of supplies.

“Luna Eliza?" the woman at the head of the group asked.

“Yes."

“I'm Alexa, an envoy from Pomeni pack."

“And I'm Gerard from Saboreef."

“Welcome, welcome, both of you." I shook their hands and motioned toward the refugee camp.

“It looks like you've got a good camp set up," Alexa said.

“It is passable, but we are running low on supplies. My volunteers are waiting to help you distribute it."