~ ZEV ~
Zev stood at the center of the City courtyard, hands in his hair, trying desperately to talk himself down, while on each side of him, four different males argued around and to him, none of them listening to each other, all of them expecting him to hear their griefs.
Dragging his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath. He needed to be calm. He needed to lead with confidence.
He needed to not bite out the throats of his own people.
On every side, males milled around, some still carrying their travel bags because of the conflicts around housing and positions and…
"…we have all been absent! We should be returning to our clans and positions as they were when we left!"
"Our numbers have changed—and the hierarchy. Tigers don't carry the honor of the Alpha anymore!"
"They didn't when we left the City, either!"
