By the time we returned to Leo’s house, it was already getting dark and there was a light haze streaking across the sky as it transformed from dusk to pure night. The visit into town went better than expected, and most of the pack members I conversed with were honest and open about their grief.
In speaking with them, I learned of their day-to-day routines and how overall management was handled in Bloodmoon. Although Ronan’s reign was comparably different from my father's, it was clear to see that he was just as respected, only in a different manner. A lot of the shifters noted how he wasn’t afraid to use force when necessary in order to protect those who resided on his territory, earning him superiority over nearby packs.